Sam was a ‘freak’ or a ‘nerd’… Whatever people could pull out of their ass to justify Sam’s actions. Between his knowledge and knack for reading, he was a textbook definition of a nerd.

That’s not a bad thing, not to you anyway. You just happen to be there by chance. Sam and dean had found you by yourself on one of their hunts.

You were trying—and failing— to kill a nest of vamps. You’re a damn good hunter, but your partner had been killed. You were emotional and alone…

The worst combination. Like ever.

Dean and Sam allowed you to tag along with them on hunts. The older brother was a little hesitant whilst the younger brother and you got along great. There wasn’t one thing you liked that he didn’t.

Same music, same style, same favorite books? God, the list was utterly endless.

It honestly was kinda scary how you two got along… It was like same person different font, if you pick up what i’m putting down.

“I told you,” He says with a breathless laugh, looking at you from his spot on the creaky motel mattress. “I wish I was born in that time, y’know? Just to see those concerts full on.”