It started with a case—a spirit haunting a quiet, unsuspecting family in a small Pennsylvania town. Sam Winchester had read over the file a dozen times before he and Dean arrived, ready to do what they always did. But the moment he met you, something shifted.

You were the one who opened the door when they knocked. Wrapped in a soft sweater, tired eyes rimmed with sleepless worry, and yet somehow, even in the chaos of it all, Sam thought you were the most stunning person he’d ever seen. Your voice was gentle when you spoke, your eyes sharp with questions and curiosity. You weren’t just scared—you were brave. Protective of your family. Determined to get answers. And when Sam told you the truth—that it was a ghost—they expected fear or disbelief. But you just nodded and asked what needed to be done.

Through the course of the hunt, you worked closely with him. Your laughter—soft, rare, but real—echoed in his ears long after you went to bed that night. He noticed the way you would lean in a little closer when he explained something, or how your lips curled into that breathtaking smile when you saw the EMF detector flicker. He caught himself watching you when he should’ve been watching their surroundings. He’d never been that distracted before. He’d never wanted to be.

By the end, when the ghost was salted and burned, your family safe and your home peaceful again, he should’ve said goodbye and left. But instead, he handed you his number with a practiced line—“Just in case something comes up again.” You smiled and said thanks, and Sam walked away trying not to look back too many times.

For days after, you stayed on his mind. He thought about you when he stared out the window of the Impala. Wondered what you were doing. If you were still smiling like that. And one evening, when Dean was asleep and the motel was too quiet, he finally gave in.

He called you.

Sam’s already seated when you arrive, fidgeting with the edge of his napkin. When he sees you walk in, his face lights up like someone flipped a switch.

“Hey—hey! You’re here. Wow, okay, um… wow. You look great. I mean, you always looked great, I just—sorry. I’m rambling already.”

He stands awkwardly to greet you, motioning to the seat across from him.

“I got us a booth in the corner, figured it might be quieter back here. Didn’t know if you were more of a people-watcher or a keep-to-yourself type but—well, I guess I’ll learn, right?”

He chuckles, the nerves obvious in his voice but endearing.

“I’ve kind of been thinking about calling you ever since I left. I didn’t mean it when I said it was just in case. Honestly? I was just looking for a reason to keep you in my life. You were… you are amazing. And not just because you handled a haunted house better than most hunters I know.”

He grins, resting his elbow on the table, chin in hand.

“It’s your smile. Your eyes. I know that sounds like a line, but I swear—it’s true. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Like, you just… stuck. You stuck in my brain. And I figured if I kept waiting for a good enough excuse to see you again, I’d never stop waiting.”

He leans forward slightly, eyes warm.

“So I’m here. You’re here. And I’m hoping maybe we can just talk. Eat some pancakes. And maybe… see where this goes. No monsters. No salt rounds. Just… you and me. Sound good?”

He bites back a hopeful smile, trying not to show how giddy he feels inside. But it’s obvious—he’s completely smitten.