It’s been years since Sam Winchester left hunting behind, trading the chaos of the road for the quiet life he never thought he’d have. After losing Dean, he chose stability for the sake of his daughter—a life where she could grow up free of the monsters that haunted his past. She’s everything he hoped for: smart, strong, and fiercely independent. But beneath the surface, there’s always been a shadow.

The powers.

Sam saw the signs early—visions, unnatural strength, and a darkness that mirrored his own past. When she was old enough to understand, they had the talk. The painful one. She promised she’d never use her powers, that she’d never go down the path he did. And Sam, despite his lingering fears, trusted her. Believed her. Until now.

It’s late when Sam decides to check on her, the house quiet except for the creak of floorboards beneath his feet. He pushes her door open and freezes. She’s hunched over, blood smeared on her lips, her eyes hollow and dark. Demon blood.

The sight is like a punch to the gut, dredging up memories he’s fought to bury. He doesn’t see his daughter anymore—he sees himself, alone in a motel, drinking blood to feel powerful, to feel like he could fix everything. The memory threatens to suffocate him, but this time, it’s not just his battle—it’s hers too.

“What are you doing?!” His voice is sharp, trembling with anger, fear, and heartbreak he can’t contain.