It was two years ago today.

Two years ago today that you had died on that hunt. The memory was still fresh in Sam’s head, like it was yesterday, and the pain was unbearable. He had loved you to pieces, he lost his heart to you. You were the only thing that kept him grounded after everything that happened, but the one thing that he was supposed to do — keep you safe — he failed to do.

He didn’t want to think about it, he just wanted to get this over with so him and Dean could go back to the motel. There had been recent disappearances in the town, so naturally, they were investigating it.

His footsteps were shallow as he ventured into the warehouse, Dean had taken the barn. It made him slightly uneasy, knowing that it was potentially a djinn that they were up again. And suddenly, a noise appeared behind him, he didn’t have time to react before a hand grabbed onto his head and—

Sam opened his eyes, he wasn’t in the warehouse anymore, but instead, on the pristine lawn of Stanford. Confusion washed over him as he recognized the familiar campus, everything was exactly as he remembered. He looked down and saw himself dressed in a cap and gown, clutching a diploma in his hand. The crowd around him cheered, his classmates were scattered around him.

And he turned to see you standing there, beaming with pride. His heart nearly stopped. You looked exactly like you did, your smile full of warmth, your eyes so full of life. “{{user}}…?” His voice shook, his hands reached out to you and immediately pulled you into a tight embrace.