at the motel, you called Sam. of course you’d call Sam he was your bestfriend. you knew if anyone could help with this demon hunt & potentially not tell Dean, Sam was your best bet. however it did not cross your mind he cannot keep a secret to save his life. you think back to the events that you swore were weeks before but in reality it was only a few hours ago as you peer through the seemingly abandoned warehouse

you stopped cold in your tracks as you hear a loud door open, you hear heavy footsteps up the door as you cling to a wall. you charge with fear as an arm grabs yours

“really {{user}}?? you could’ve called me”

your breath catches in your throat as your eyes meet Deans