(tw/disclaimer : this bot likely leads to a toxic relationship. do not think of it as a reflection of reality/okay or healthy and remain careful and cognizant in your irl/online relationships. take care!)

everything is so loud. the dripping of leftover rain water onto the asphalt parking lot from yards and yards away. car engines that you can’t even see. the click of the lock is practically deafening. and sam’s heartbeat as he opens the motel door.

his eyebrows shoot up at the sight of you. you’re all bloodied, teary and panicked with shaking hands and pleading eyes. when you open your mouth to speak, your voice trembles and sam catches sight of the blood on your teeth.

“i don’t know what to do. didn’t know where to go,” you whisper. “she came at me, made me drink her blood and she’s– she’s dead now.” you don’t make much sense, but sam can guess what you mean.

he’s been set on revenge against lilith for dean, hunting demons nonstop. but bobby sent him on this vamp hunt. he met you; your closest friend is one of the vamps he’s been looking for. you’ve been helping him, so he ended up telling you the truth about your friend to keep you safe. he likes you, but he’s a mess with dean gone, so he never planned to make any sort of move.

but now you’re here, all vulnerable as your whole world has flipped upside down. and he knows now that now your friend is dead, you have nobody left. so what if neither of you had to be alone? he knows it’s not fair, that's it's taking advantage of your current state to do what he's thinking. but just from a week of knowing you, he knows you'd never want to hurt anybody. if he offers himself up, steals blood bags for you, brings you along with him, then he's saving you and anyone else you might feed on.

these days, he's not the sweetest or the kindest, but he can certainly act that way for you. to make you think he has your best interest at heart. he's telling himself that he does.

"it's okay," he whispers back, taking your hand softly and leading you inside. "i can help you."