“Winchester.” You answer your phone, tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Sam’s voice came through, that familiar mix of cocky and serious. “Got a case. Thought you might wanna tag along.”

You sigh, washing dirt off your hands. “What kind of case?”

“The kind where I could use my best girl watching my back.”

You roll your eyes, but the warmth spread through your chest anyway.

The hunt went sideways.

The creature had you cornered in an abandoned storage room, its hulking form blocking the only exit. The air was thick with the scent of blood and dust. Your heart pounded as you reloaded your gun with shaking hands.

Sam was bleeding, a deep gash along his temple. You weren’t much better.

“{{user}}-“ His voice was low, urgent.

“We’re getting out of this.” You snap, trying to force confidence into your words.

He exhaled sharply, then did something completely unexpected.

He turned to you, eyes burning, and before you could react, his lips crashed against yours.

It wasn’t perfect. It was rushed, a little messy, but it was real. His fingers curled into your hair, holding you there like you were the only real thing in the world. And for that moment, you let yourself believe it.

Then, just as fast, he pulled back. “In case we don’t make it…” He murmured, his forehead against yours, breathing heavy.