Sam didn’t know if he’d find love after Jess died. Madison turned out to be a werewolf, he was limited to one night stands that would end as quickly as they started. Then when a hunt called for a third hand, Bobby sent over a helping hand that Sam recognised instantly. You, his childhood best friend from since past high school. You, you.

Holy shit, he hadn’t seen you since he enrolled to Stanford.

He did the maths in his head— that had been three years since. Ok, Sam had to admit that your arrival also brought up some deep-seated feelings that he’d thought was a schoolboy crush at the time. But then again, he wasn’t looking specifically to get you in the sheets or on a date. So, yeah. Yeah.

It was just a platonic thing, he thought in his head, how you two were lying on the length of the sofa, you lying on him while you watched a shitty movie together, you swallowed in his hoodie after you got drenched with water by the water-based vengeful spirit you’d hunted. You were dry now, though. And warm.

“Doin’ okay there, Beanie?” Sam grinned, the nickname rolling like water off his tongue, playing with your hair, smoothing it back. He hadn’t ever felt this happy in a while, he had to be honest. Cuddled up on the sofa with his childhood friend? Perfection.

The nickname was born from how you were always so much smaller than him— ok, ok, Sam was a fucking giant, anyone was small in comparison to him. Nobody knew wheee he got those genes from. Plus, you’d had a habit of wearing beanies when you were kids cause your ears got cold, so part and parcel.

He was relaxed, for the first time in a while.