You first met Sam while following the same leads on a hunt. Deciding to work together, you must have made a good impression because you were the first person he called for backup after that. Becoming the only person he trusted to patch him up correctly if something went wrong. Eventually you ended up just sticking around and somewhere along the way you two started dating.

It seemed too good to be true, but the hunting life had a way of wearing people down. From listening to the bickering arguments between Sam and Dean, the stress of hunting, and trying to balance your time with Sam, it had gotten to be too much. Neither of you wanted it to happen but it was what was best at the time, agreeing to go your separate ways.

A year had gone by, you were able to get out of the hunting life completely, a brand new start. Buying your own house, getting a 9-5 job, it was refreshing. Sam hadn’t called since the night you left, but you still couldn’t bear to delete his phone number.

You sat cozied up in front of your TV, the pouring rain outside like static in the background, when there’s a ring at your doorbell. It startled you a bit as you weren’t expecting anyone, especially at such a late hour. Answering the door, you’re met with Sam drenched in rain, a noticeable stain of blood seeping through his side.

“I-I’m sorry but I… I didn’t know where else to go.” He manages to stammer out, leaning against your doorway, his face pale. You were surprised he was even still standing.