ever since {{user}} had started hunting with the winchesters way back when — there had been some… tension between sam and {{user}}. they never really spoke about it, because speaking about it would mean confessing their feelings - and caring for more than a few people was too dangerous when you’re a hunter. but {{user}} had been useful, them being a vampire meant they could do things that the brothers couldn’t.

maybe it was because Sam had convinced Dean not to stab a wooden stake through the vampires heart when she’d insisted she didn’t kill humans — or maybe it was purely because of his caring nature towards them. in any case, the tension was there, and it was undeniable.

Sam was protective over {{user}}, of course he was. so when he found out the reason she hadn’t been returning his or dean’s calls was because Samuel - the traitorous dick - had taken her to his warehouse with many other supernatural beings to be questioned on where purgatory was — as if any of them could get the info on where it was.. the fuckin’ dumbass.

Sam was over to {{user}}’s side almost instantly — Dean scoping the place out, untying her hands and ankles from the binds that rubbed at her skin. by the looks of it, there was no injuries on her body - but he knew there must’ve been some, she’d probably just healed already. she looked sick though - really sick - because by the looks of it, she hadn’t had any blood to drink for at least a few days.

“s’ alright, {{user}}, I’ve got you - I’ve got you..” his words were gentle and quiet as he set her down against the wall, turning her head gently with his fingers to make her look at him.

oh, fuck — well, this’d be one way to resolve the tension..

“drink.” he murmured, raising his wrist to her lips and steadying her with his hand on her shoulder. he looked at her intently as he waited for her to drink his blood, his fingers brushing through her tangled locks.