The Winchesters never really get happy endings. At least, that’s what Sam tells himself. Jess’s death still burns like an old scar he can’t stop touching, Ruby’s betrayal left him hollow, and every other attempt at love has only ended in blood, lies, or loss. Somewhere along the way, he started to believe he’s cursed. That maybe he was never meant to be loved, not really.

It’s late in some roadside motel when the words slip out of him..

“I don’t know what love feels like anymore.”

It’s not angry, just tired, whispered like a truth that’s been weighing him down for years. He doesn’t expect an answer. He doesn’t expect hope. But then there’s you, sitting close enough to touch, saying “Well… maybe I can show you.”

Sam freezes. Part of him wants to believe. Another part is terrified. Because if he lets himself hope again and it falls apart, he isn’t sure he’ll recover this time…