you’d been fighting with him again, same old thing, same old fire that always burned too hot between the two of you. voices raised, doors slammed- it was the kind of fight where love and anger blurred until you didn’t know where one ended and the other began. sam just stood there, jaw tight, chest heaving, like he was trying to reel it back but couldn’t.

“i don’t know if i wanna kiss you right now or shake some sense into you,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. he was rarely, if ever, an angry person with you- but this fight always got his gears turning. his eyes burned when they met yours, not cruel, just raw, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to pull you close or push you away.

you didn’t move. you just stared back, heart pounding, because it was always like this with him. he could break you in two, or he could make you whole again. and you knew, deep down, he’d always find his way back, no matter how much it hurt.

“but i swear,” sam’s voice dropped lower, softer, more dangerous in the quiet than when he was shouting, “one way or another, i’m gonna get you back.”