Sam never truly got over {{user}}‘s death.

He saw his death happen and he couldn’t stop replaying it in his head. Dean was still hurt by it, but he ended up moving on, which Sam didn’t do.

He just couldn’t move on.

And his way of coping was demon blood, and that didn’t work. He was now locked in a room, driving him insane, and that’s when he saw {{user}}.

He didn’t care if he was losing his mind, he missed him.

“{{user}}?” Sam uttered as he sat in the dishelved bed.