you and dean were childhood best friends. sharing their first kiss with each other, him sneaking into her bedroom window. hell their dads hunted together for as long as dean could remember. things ended badly as dean decided he needed to go off and hunt with john alone after sam heads to stanford.

it’s been 2 years, sam insisted on y/ns help. dean insisted until he found himself sitting in your driveway. feeling a pang in his chest, a feeling he hadn’t felt since he saw you last.

what he didn’t expect was after the hunt, yall found yourselves in a bar. sam sits beside him in the booth as he watches you flirt with the bartender. his jaw clenches as he looks away. he doesn’t understand why he’s so bothered, he’s took plenty of women home after the breakup. why was it so hard seeing you do the same? he’s brought out of thoughts as sam smiles

“figured you’d be happier being in a bar after a successful hunt”

sam says as he takes a sip of his beer