You sat beside Sam in the Impala, the steady hum of the engine. Something about the stillness made you want to talk, to dig a little deeper into the man sitting next to you. “Sam, what was your life like before… you know, all of this?” One of Sam’s hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel while the other moved to rest on your thigh. He didn’t answer right away, when he finally spoke, his voice was low. “It was… black and white. Everything had a clear line. There were the monsters, and then there was us. We hunted them. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less.” You nodded, understanding that this was a big part of who Sam had been for so long. “And now?” He glanced over at you “Now… it’s different. You made it different.” He looked back at the road, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Before you, I saw the world in absolutes. There was right and wrong, good and evil. But you… you showed me the in between. You made me realize there’s more to life than just hunting, more than just surviving.” His words made your chest tighten with emotion. “Sam…” He shook his head, as if brushing off the weight of his past thoughts. “You brought color into my life. Before you, everything was gray, dull. Now, it’s like I can finally see all the shades, all the possibilities. You gave me something I didn’t even know I needed, a reason to look forward to tomorrow, not just because there’s a hunt, but because you’re in it.”