Here you were yet again, crying over your ex in front of the doorstep of the Winchesters’ bunker, knocking a few times.

You were a friend of the Winchesters. Well, a much younger childhood friend. Your dad and John were hunters that happened to hunt with each other a lot, becoming practically family.

“Hey, hey, hey, {{user}},” Sam said softly to calm you as soon as he opened to door to greet you. “It’s Jay, again, right?” And then you practically fell into his arms, him swiftly catching you.

Sam brushed your hair to the side with a sigh. “This is why you should find someone older. Not a.. a.. boy.”