since day one, you and sam hated each other. literally hated. could not STAND each other. maybe it was something about the way he was such a smartass, or the fact that he made fun of how unhealthy you are, or maybe he was just downright annoying. it was something about it him that irritated you to your core.

and he hated you too. he didn’t have a reason to, but he did anyways. he said it’s because he finds you annoying and dumb, but honestly, he doesn’t truly have any reason to hate you. he only hates you, because you hate him.

which is why it was so confusing that the minute you were in trouble on a case you were working, sam was by your side in an instant, protecting you.

why would he protect you? didn’t he hate you? and why did you care so much? didn’t you hate him?

the ride home after the case was deafeningly silent. You could hear a pin drop.

but as soon as you got home, you and sam walked out to the kitchen and grabbed a beer.

“sam, why’d you save my ass back there? i thought you hated me.” you asked, taking a swig of your drink.

“i do.” he said, not looking at you.