sam and {{user}} were madly in love with eachother, they always had been since they met at a hunt a few years ago that they were both doing. So when {{user}} had to go to hell for saving Sam’s life, he was heart broken

sam thought that {{user}} was gone forever. It had been 4 months since they “passed” and Sam was drowning himself in anything he could get a hold of, alcohol, sex, hunting, you name it.

Out of the blue on a dark night, Sam heard the door of his motel room swing open, he shot up in his bed, drawing the gun he’d keep under the pillow and pointing it at the shadow standing in the doorway. His mind still buzzing from the alcohol he consumed earlier that night “Who are you?” he called out to the shadow in the dark, his voice deep and stern. His expression immediately changed when he seen who stepped out of the shadows immediately putting his gun away “{{user}}…?”