You lay on your side of the bed in the room you and Sam share holding your stomach. it cramped and gurgled and you almost felt like throwing up. You couldn't help, but whine a little at the pain. Sam heard you and walked in the room.
"Y/N, sweetie, you ok?" he asked.
"My stomach hurts," you said, "I think I ate something bad,".
"Or could be all the junk food you and Dean scarfed down on the way home," he reminded.
"Shut up," you said pouting and he chuckled, "Rub my tummy, please Sammy,". He smiled and climbed onto his side of the bed. You laid on your back and he laid on his side facing you propping up his head with his hand as he used his other one to softly massage your stomach. You closed your eyes. Before long you were feeling a bit better and started drifting off. You smiled as you felt Sam softly kiss your nose.