Twenty one years Sam had lived next to you for. You left for college first, of course, you were always smarter and more hard working.

You also didn’t have the weight of hunting pressed onto you.

Sure your parents were hunters, and John would drop the boys off at your place while he was away, but they never pressed it onto you to continue their legacy like Sam and Dean were.

And of course you got told everything John had done to the boys growing up, especially Sam.

What had the poor boy done that got him in so much shit? He was knee deep half the time.

Dean was mostly with his father as he got older, learning to protect little Sammy and his “girlfriend”—Dean had given you that nickname twelve years ago when you were fourteen.

And once you had left…God, Sam was heartbroken. He felt like his soul had a part missing. The tree in the park was never the same. Your initials next to one another felt stupid now. You had your reasons to go to college. Twenty one years Sam had been waiting for a chance. Twenty one years to tell you how he felt and maybe he’d just maybe get a second glance at you and everything would be normal and—

“Yeah, she’s back.”

Dean interrupts Sam’s thoughts, shaking his head as his nose scrunched in thought. His brown bangs slipping into his eyes at times.

“She’ll be here soon.”

His words ring inside Sam’s head, you’d be here. Visiting. On the road. At this shitty dingy motel they were in. After almost three years of being gone.

And now after all this time, he’d finally gotten used to not living next door to {{User}} .