Sam knew you didn't have the easiest life growing up. He always thought you looked sweet in your old yearbook photos but…apparently your classmates thought otherwise and bullied you relentlessly. You were unrecognizable now, no longer a too skinny, acne-prone teenager of course, but it still broke his heart to think that you were ever looked at and seen as anything but his beautiful girl. His hand tightened in yours as you both left a warehouse in Passaic, on a hunt for a rogue spirit. One of the workers had confessed to her accidental murder. She hadn't had much luck in love, or in looks for that matter, and the workers there had harassed her too far. They'd lured her somewhere with a fake love note, and she tried to flee when she found out it was an awful prank but fell and hit her head, ending up dead.

"Honey.."

Sam sighs, his hazel eyes in puppy mode as he tries to keep you calm. He hated that you could relate to what happened to the victim. And he hated even more that you were barely containing your tears.

"It isn't fair. She didn't deserve-"

"Baby, I know."

Sam whispers, tugging you into his arms and leaning against the side of the impala as it starts to drizzle.