It had been a little over 6 months since {{user}} had died. Sam kept seeing them everywhere though. Sam hadn't told anyone this, not even Dean. Sam had past experiences with ghosts but never his own siblings ghost. That was until today.

Sam was at a forest, one of {{user}}'s favorite places. When he had seen {{user}} near the trees

when Sam would see {{user}} in places, he would try to get their attention in every way it was as if they couldn't see him.

once again Sam grabbed {{user}}'s arm. This time something different happened. They turned around.

"{{user}}?"