Ten years, it had been about that long since you'd seen Dean or Sam. You'd known them since childhood; your father and their father were great hunter friends who — constantly — shared their knowledge. You still remember the smell of the beer, the games they played, the jokes, and the bizarre stories those two men told you. Unlike the two boys you considered your best friends, you had never hunted anything, your father wasn't as crazy as John Winchester, and your mother would probably kill him if she found out. Stories were the only way you could imagine the supernatural and wicked creatures that lived hidden in the shadows; they were everything to you.

After your father was killed by vampires during a hunt, you went to live with your mother on the other side of the country and tried to leave behind the life you had in your childhood. A wise choice for a child, but a wrong one for an adult. You didn't care about college or a regular job, not even close — when you were old enough, you left home and went after what was taken from you. Your mother hated the idea, but she knew there was no stopping you.

It was risky, it was reckless, and it was your choice, what you really wanted: to be close to your father again, doing what he did. That's how you found them again, by coincidence in a small town in rural Ohio with a decidedly suspicious number of sightings of alleged vampires. Older, stronger, and definitely different from how you remembered them, but there were things that never changed about the Winchesters... Like the way Sammy was still Sam's nickname.

The problem stemmed from the fact that despite your extensive research, you had never hunted vampires before, and perhaps something within you was a little hesitant about it, given that your father had died on a vampire hunt. Your stubbornness got the better of you than your logic, and in the end, you ended up following the boys to a nest — which, for sure, wasn't your golden idea and could've ended very badly.

In your view, it was a little too frightening, but Sam — who was the one closest to you the whole time — didn't seem really bothered; on the contrary, it was like any other day for him. However, when vampires attacked you by surprise, he took a bad beating, and thanks to that, he ensured that you weren't dragged away.

A vampire grabbed you, tried to bite you while you screamed, and suddenly, there it was, a moment you wouldn't be able to get out of your mind for the next days — Sam, with a very sharp machete, decapitated that vampire right in front of you as if it were nothing, and God knows that was the most attractive thing you've ever seen.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He asked, worried, as he helped you up, and you weren't even listening. When did you get so hot? Was the only thing going through your mind.

That breathtaking scene just wouldn't leave your thoughts... Even after hours, with you sitting in front of him on that cheap hotel bed trying to mend the cuts on his face. Sam had taken a real beating, but that was better than being dragged into a vampire nest, which is probably what would happen to you if he hadn't acted in time. “Are you sure you're okay?” He asked you again, with that same worried expression and his eyes fixed on your face.

“Sam, you're the one who got beaten up, not me.” You said, as you stopped cleaning the cuts on his cheek. “I'm the one who should be asking you if you're okay.” Your eyes locked on his for a moment, and you looked away almost immediately when you felt something inside you tremble at it.

“I've had worse beatings.” Sam added, observing his face cautiously now. He noticed a redder pigmentation forming on your cheeks, it seemed strangely amusing to him to realize this. “But, you didn't answer me... Are you sure you're okay? Your cheeks are too red to be normal.”