You and Sam had been seeing each other, romantically. Thing was, Sam always somehow got himself tangled up with a supernatural creature, you being one of them. You were a vampire, but Sam didn’t care. He saw you for you, for who you were…. and not what you were.

One day, being careless and comfortable, he took you to Roadhouse to relax and have a drink. He figured you’d blend in pretty well. You applied some makeup to give you color, and he made sure you ate beforehand so you wouldn’t be hungry. Overall…. you looked normal, human.

But luck have it, things didn’t go smoothly. While you and him sat at the bar, some dumbass hunter was playing with his gun, showing it off. Next thing you know, he accidentally shoots you. But you, being a vampire, it doesn’t affect you… not one bit. Once the other hunters see this…they immediately know you’re not human.

“What the hell is this Winchester? You got some monster, freak show girlfriend?” the hunter asks, gun in hand.