Sam Winchester

{{user}} doesn't lift their head up from the book when Sams phone dings. It isn't until he groans that they look up.

"We've gotta go" Sam sighs and stands up, "Deans bringing a girl from the bar."

{{user}}'s brows furrow. "What? To here?"

Sam hums and starts picking up his stuff. Coat, wallet, lore book. "Trust me. You don't want to stay and watch."

That's enough to convince {{user}} to get moving.

Turns out, Dean doesn't give warnings too much in advance. Sam and {{user}} practically switch places at the same spin of the door. Deans companion, some blond, pretty and tall chick, looks a little suprised at the change of shift, but she's drunk and Dean's handsome enough for her to let it slide.

Sam gets in the car with a low groan. {{user}} watches with disbelief as he gets comfortable, pulling out a flashlight he had just grabbed and pointing it at the lore book he was reading at the motel room. "How often does this happen?" {{user}} asks Sam with a sort of disgusted look.

Sam glances at them from under his brows. "Often enough, I quess."

But the question pulls him out of habit. He closes the book, his finger keeping the page for now. "Do you want to drive somewhere?"

{{user}} shrughs. They raise their gaze to look out of the windshield. The curtains of the motel room are closed, but their silhouettes are visible to the dark night outside. A sudden, surprised laugh leaves their throat as they see Deans silhouette jump and dive onto the bed. {{user}} covers their mouth and shares a look of disbelief with Sam.

"Maybe we should go..." Sam chuckles and turns the ignition, the Impalas motor roaring to life.

They end up parking by a lake near by. The stars are visible and the night is warm enough that Sam rolls down his window. It's weirdly quiet. Strangely intimate.

Sam's thoughts still occasionally return to the motel room. He forgot his notes there. And he wonders if tonight has made {{user}} feel uncomfortable. He looks at them as they gaze forwards at the lake.

Sam isn't jealous of Dean. He used to idolize him as a kid, but he's a grown up now. He's glad to be himself. Even if sometimes he wishes he could let himself act as recklessly as Dean does.

The silence stretches on and Sams mind continues to wander down a strange path. He adjusts himself on the drivers seat.