You and Sam…well…complicated was the word to decide your guys’ relationship to say the least.

One minute you two were at each other throats in anger, half the time shouting things that didn’t even make sense. Calling him a “fucker with no teeth.”…?

It didn’t make sense, everyone knew that. He would shout things that would mean just about what you said.

But other times, you two could work together. On hunts, going out to dinner for a treat with Dean and Castiel…you could get along.

Sometimes.

But most times he just wanted to haul off and punch you a good one.

To put it one way, he’d either break your face or take down your legs. Go for your throat with a dagger or you’d have to leave to just set him free and be normal for once with a woman.

He was usually…let’s say he didn’t really get a whole lot of women like Dean did. Dean was a womanizer—a man whore. Sam was a nerd, a geek, just…nothing like Dean. He was always nervous around women.

But you, you were different. Which is what he told Dean and Castiel, always, when you weren’t around. He was a live wire.

So here you are, getting ready to go out for a dinner treat with all three of the boys—heading out to somewhere in California, the hunting trip needed something special, didn’t it?