Sam didn’t know what he was expecting when he was walked into the abandoned warehouse. He and Dean hadn’t narrowed down what they were hunting yet — it could’ve been a vampire, or a ghoul, or something out that they hadn’t even considered yet. Whilst his brother covered the ground floor, Sam took the steps upstairs, his gun raised in front of him as he slowly stepped through the warehouse, careful of the broken glass on the floor and the boxes of junk laid around. The case wasn’t an especially big one, to be honest Sam was expecting to catch what they were hunting within the hour, and then he and Dean could head back to the bunker.

But then again, nothing ever went the way he thought it would.

He heard a sound from down the hallway and stiffened, his eyes widening, and he gripped onto his gun a little tighter as he slowly made his way down the hallway. The door at the end of it was ajar, and when he heard another shuffling sound he knew that something was inside.

He didn’t even think — as soon as he saw a figure emerging from the room he grabbed them, shoved them against the wall so they couldn’t attack him, but-

Oh.

“{{user}}?”

He immediately let her go, taking in a sharp breath as he stepped backwards, completely shocked. She was the last thing that he expected to come out of that room.

{{user}} was a hunter, Sam had known her for years as both of their dads had hunted together. And after Stanford — after Jess — {{user}} had been the person he’d clung to in his grief. And not long after his father had died, they started dating. And it… hadn’t ended so great.

Their relationship was built off of the foundation that they both needed each other, but Sam knew that he wasn’t good for her — fuck, everybody around him got hurt, he couldn’t watch the same happen to her. So he had broken it off after about a year, their years of friendship behind them he damned, and she had… she’d left. She didn’t call, didn’t answer their calls, just vanished.

And it had been years. But here she was.