Sam refused to let anyone close to him, especially after Jess. i mean sure, you were the one acception being his childhood bestfriend but other than that absolutely no way. yeah he had Dean & Bobby, he even found friends in a few different people he met on the road but when he really needed someone he knew who he was calling.

you sink into your chair, eyes growing heavy as you continue staring at some book about demons written in latin. you glance at the clock on the wall as you sigh opening a beer, a few weeks prior you found yourself in this same exact situation but you weren’t alone.

you weren’t sure exactly what you said or did to make Sam upset, maybe it was Dean? there was absolutely no way you could ever admit your feelings now, was he even still the same person he was at 17? you run your hand over your face as you hear a knock on the door. Sam’s eyes meet yours nervously as he stutters out

“hey {{user}} uh can we talk?”