Sam had known you since he'd known anyone but Dean. You were also a hunter's child, so he didn't lose contact with you like he often did with every other friend he'd ever made due to moving around often. You were a little older than him, around Dean's age, but the two of you had clicked instantly, with your calmer nature attracting Sam instantly.

His father hadn't especially liked you, and often said you were far too soft to be a hunter. Sam never said anything, but he thought that you were one of the smartest people he knew. He confided in you. He confided in Dean, too, but Dean didn't ever seem to get it like you.

Now you'd grown up. You weren't quite as tall as Sam or Dean, but you weren't scrawny either. You were still sweet, still patient. Everything Sam had always enjoyed about spending time with you was still the same.

The three of you were on a hunt, and you and Sam were doing research while Dean went out and followed the leads the two of you had gotten. You were on one bed, Sam was sat at the foot of it. "You got anything, {{user}}?" Sam hummed, glancing up.