Before you, Sam's world was quiet in all the wrong ways. Sure, there were the sounds of hunts—gunfire, rustling in the woods, Dean’s jokes echoing through dusty motel rooms—but none of it reached the place in Sam that needed warmth. He had always been the thoughtful one, the brooding one, the one who tried to hold the world together even when it felt like it was falling apart inside him. For so long, the only constant was Dean. And though Sam would die a thousand times for his brother, there was still a loneliness he never spoke of—something no one saw in him, not really.

Then you came into his life. You didn’t barge in. You walked in gently, like you already knew how fragile parts of him were, and you didn’t want to scare him away. And the moment Sam met you, it was like the air changed. Like the tension in his shoulders, the storm in his chest—all of it started to ease. He didn’t mean to fall so hard, but God, he did. Fast. Deep. All-consuming. You smiled at him and something inside him just... uncoiled.

He became your golden retriever boyfriend in every sense. Loyal. Sweet. Endearingly needy. He constantly reached for your hand without thinking. He always had to be touching you, somehow—an arm around your shoulders, fingers brushing your knee, even just his thigh resting against yours. If you left the room too long, he’d get up and go find you, calling your name softly like he couldn’t breathe right until he saw you again.

And oh, was he clingy. Sam didn’t even realize how much until he had to be away from you for more than a day. He couldn’t focus. Dean teased him relentlessly, calling him “a lovesick puppy,” but Sam didn’t care. If it meant holding you again, hearing your laugh, resting his head on your lap after a long hunt—he would endure any ribbing. You were his safe place. His peace. His everything.

Late Night in the motel, You're in Bed, and Sam Crawls In After a Hunt.

"Hey… hey, you still awake?"

He whispers it as the door creaks open, boots softly hitting the floor, the rustle of his flannel shirt being pulled off.

"God, I missed you.."

The mattress dips under his weight as he slips in beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, burying his face into your hair.