You met Sam Winchester on a rainy night in some nowhere town, the kind of place where bad things happen and no one ever asks why. You didn’t know who he was at first. Just a tall, quiet man with eyes full of shadows, a jaw clenched like he was holding back a scream, and hands that looked like they knew how to hurt but didn’t want to.

You’re not perfect either. You’ve been hurt. Used. Left behind. So when you end up across from him in a diner at 2AM, it’s like the world pauses for a second. The conversation starts with sarcasm and small talk and defence mechanisms, both of you feeling each other out. But then the walls start to crack. You start to talk about the kind of things no one else would believe. You laugh at the absurdity of it all, but underneath the humor is something raw and real.

Yet people say he’s dangerous. A killer. Maybe even cursed. But all you see is someone who’s just as broken as you, someone who fights for others even when it’s killing him inside. And maybe… maybe that’s the kind of person you could love. Or maybe it’ll destroy you both.