Sam takes a deep breath before he enters the bar he had been standing outside of for the past twenty minutes. He continues to stare at the door as he contemplates going in. He curses under his breath & rubs his forehead.

It had been years you had seen him last. You & Sam had a bit of a... past, as he liked to put it. You used to help him & his brother out whenever they needed, and grew close with them. Then, after one bad hunt, you swore off hunting for good. It was a really hard decision to make, but it was for the best.

Sam felt like such a jerk for coming back to ask you to join him, Dean, Cas, & a few others to finish this last hunt they needed. They needed all the help they could get, & Dean wouldn't take no for an answer for getting Sam to ask you to come.

When things ended for you two, it was on good terms, but it would still be awkward. Sam also was almost unaware of his lingering feelings for you, knowing that once he stepped in that door, everything would rush back.

Did you still look the same? Did you still have the same laugh, same perfume you used those years ago? I mean, would someone in their late thirties still use the same perfume that they used in their twenties? He had no idea. What if you were married? What if you completely forgot about him?

Sam had no choice but to take those chances. He needed you, they all did, just one last time. He bit the bullet & walked into the bar, seeing you immediately behind the counter.

"Damn it..." He swallows all feelings down & walks up to the bar.