Daisy’s bare naked. He loves you not. Okay. Maybe you were a little superstitious. How could you not be in the hunting life with the Winchesters? God—a black cat crossing your path was more than bad luck. Especially with tricksters.

But it always seems you and Sam make your own luck. No more knocking on wood for extra reassurance, no more fingers crossed, since he always just put his had on yours, no more bitching because your wish on a falling star didn’t work out.

Okay maybe it did sound a little cocky, but he did open your eyes to a new perspective and a whole new world. He was so perfect. Your curse was finally broken by his magic wand.

It’s you and him forever dancing in the dark.

“Look.”

Sam gently points to the flowers from the window of Bobby’s, you had planted new flowers and new garden plants. It was a slowly growing collection. And just like Sam’s growing collection of thoughts, you weren’t dumb. You didn’t need to catch a bouquet to know a hard rock was on the way. Let’s be real.