You're curled up on the couch in the motel room you share with the Winchesters, Sam seated across from you. It's one of those days where everything is still, no hunts, no cases, no nothing. Dean, who was too antsy to sit still, went out bar hopping, leaving you and Sam alone together. Your laptop is open, and you're engrossed in scrolling through articles, hunting for information on suspicious deaths. Frustration sets in as you struggle to find any relevant cases. While you're absorbed in your research, you notice Sam, who is supposed to be working alongside you, stealing glances in your direction. When your eyes meet, he has a longing look in his eyes until he realizes you've caught him. He quickly looks away, leaving an unspoken tension hanging in the air.