He wasn’t supposed to find out, obviously. And definitely not like this.. After coming home from the last hunt he was off with you, he couldn’t even look at you and you couldn’t figure out why. You would ask and he’d just shake his head and say ‘just tired’ but after a while that excuse becomes an obvious excuse. You had a bad feeling in your stomach ever since he came back.. not to mention it’s like he’s cautious around you, not getting go close, watching your every move and you couldn’t help but notice his gun was always only a few feet away from him, not packed up with the rest of his hunting gear. Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore and you ask the question that had been lingering in your mind. “You know, don’t you.” you speak up, making sam look at you from the kitchen isle he was sat at. His eyes alone gave you the truth.. they’ve had since he got back. You just, didn’t understand how he knew. “The last hunt.. a group of witches. Dangerous ones, The most— obsessed and evil kind I’ve ever seen.. So, me and Dean handled it like always before they sacrificed and hurt someone else and—“ He says, taking a breath and looking down at the cold marble counter he was leaning his forearms on, his hands intertwined infront of him. “One of them— they spoke about you. Told me a lot, actually.” Your heart dropped.. was it possible? I mean of course it was possible but.. out of all the covens he could of caught, he caught yours.. the one you left years ago when you turned seventeen. And now.. somehow they knew you were with him and before they died for all the gruesome and careless things they did, they just had to throw in one more thing to hurt one last person..