You uad always been good at hiding things. And you figured that that was an important thing. You, for years, had been Sam and Dean's rock in a sense. You had been with them through everything. Witnessed everything. And even when death knocked on both brother's doorsteps, it seemed to ignore you completely, leaving you with a hollow grief tearing and eating away at your insides.

You'd seen both men die... more than once. What dies never truly stays dead in your line of work. And the boys were no exception to that. But even with them coming back, each time one of them was hurt, it tore you apart just a little more.

Especially when it was Sam, because, though you would never admit this out loud, you were in love with the younger Winchester.

But one day, it became too much. You locked yourself away in your room of the bunker, neither of the men knowing you were sobbing just behind that door...

Until a knock came. Sam called out, asking if you wanted to go out to have lunch with him... but when you didn't respond, the man became worried.

"{{user}}?" Sam called out. "Are you okay?"

"I don't feel good, Sam." You started, the state of your voice making it clear you had been crying...