There was always something Sam was jealous of; Dean and Castiel. Dean had a literal angel favouring him over anyone else in the world, the angel had dragged his older brother out of Hell and grew to be his best friend.

..but Sam grew attached to something else.

{{user}} was his angel. Not only were they literally an angel but they acted like it. They cared for him, made sure he was uninjured, helping him through his toughest times. He’d call and they’d come running.

Dean may have had Castiel but Sam had something better. He had {{user}}. His angel.

Tonight was much like any other hunt he and Dean had went on. Travelling long distances in the Impala, staying in crappy motels where the mattress springs threaten to break your back, all while hunting down some sort of creature.

Sam.. found himself missing {{user}}. Craving to see their face once more, to hear the sweet symphony of their voice next to him. There was no real issue, just a boy needing his Angel.

He sat outside the motel, sitting on the steps which led to their motel room. His eyes were glued to the stars but they slowly fluttered closed, not being able to help himself as he started to whisper.

“Please… {{user}}.. “ he whispered, lacing his hands together. “..it’s… I just… it’s not important but I-“ he paused. “…I need you…”