It had been a while since Sam had been in love, and never with another man, despite all of the signs. All of the lingering glances.

It had been a normal hunt, by most standards. A group of vampires causing trouble in a small town in Missouri.

He and Dean had gone into a small bar, Hunter’s Mark, searching for information. And it’s there that they met {{user}}.

{{user}} — the owner of the place, and a man with black curly hair and dark eyes — was a hunter himself, albeit a unique one. A cambion on one hand, son of a high-ranking demon and a human woman, but with the heart of a hunter, of a man who cares too damn much for his own good.

Sam and Dean stayed in that town for a few days, taking care of business, and over the next few months, they kept coming back, or reaching out to {{user}} for info, making the cambion part of their network.

Sam isn’t sure when he started to fall for {{user}}. Maybe it’s the first time he heard the man laugh at a stupid joke, or the first time he saw the man smile. All Sam knows is that he wants.

Which is how, after a hunt and while Dean is going to pick up some dinner for the three of them, Sam and {{user}} end up making out on the couch in the apartment above {{user}}’s bar. Thank God Dean won’t be back for a while.