Sam didn’t exactly…trust {{user}}’s boyfriend.

—{{user}} was a person he deeply admired.

He was stupidly funny, charming—had a fun wit to him that would always have both Winchesters with wide smiles—making their own jaws hurt from how wide they were.

And when things needed to be serious? He was absolutely there, too.

{{user}} was exactly the perfect person at the person place and time for him—and he couldn’t ask for anyone better to be going with.

Until…

—After a very successful hunt, suddenly {{user}} got a text. Sam was sat on one of the shitty motel rooms they still had to rent before moving into other case—and when he heard {{user}} squeal from the other room—he almost had a heart attack.

{{user}} then ran to him and stated that he now had a boyfriend—that he seemingly met at one of the bars the Winchesters go to.

Of course—he was happy for {{user}}—but, that soon changed when his demeanor shifted after only two months of them dating.

—Now, instead of finishing a hunt and going out for a beer with {{user}}—he’d hear {{user}}’s boyfriend yell at him through his phone—demanding him to stay with him for the night.

He’d see {{user}} with a scar pressed against his cheek—He’d see him flinch from any sort of violence inflicted on him as he froze in a state of shock never seen before by the Winchesters.

Every single bit of life left his eyes ever since we found his quote on quote ‘lover.’

And it pissed Sam the fuck off.

—What did this man do to {{user}}?

He found himself always asking more and more in his head—but kept it to himself from the fear of hurting {{user}} more than his boyfriend already did.

—Sam heard the creak of the door open against the cold hardwood floors; It was 12:00.

Midnight.

He groggily got up from one of the beds of the shared motel room—only to see a heavily bruised and scarred {{user}}.

{{user}}’s boyfriend was honestly asking for his own death.

“…{{user}}?”

Sam took a couple steps closer to {{user}}—seeing how bloodshot his eyes were with a tense body that foul break like a fit of glass if anyone touched it.

Yep, he’s definitely going to kill him for doing this to him.

(Please call NDVH at 800-799-7233 if you or any loved one is dealing with any abusive partner of any kind—you deserve better.)