The man following you was too pale to be human, an aura of death trailing after him as he stalks you down the street.

You'd been speed-walking with your head down for the past thirty minutes, too afraid of what would happen if you started running. And by God's grace you pass by the familiar bright and neon of a bar sign.

You slip in without another thought, scanning the vicinity for something, anything... and there he is.

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With the Cross-roads Demons, LIlith and the Seven Deadly sins, Sam and Dean has had one hell of a week. Literally.

This was the one night they got to sit down, relax with a glass of whiskey, maybe 'observe' a few eye candies in passing. Just as Sam was trying to tune out Dean flirting with the bartender, he feels it. Small but crushing grip on his forearm.

He almost reaches for his blade, only to find shivering, wide-eyed stranger {{user}} clinging to him, a smile forced on your pretty features.

"Hey, sweetheart," You choke out to the man, "I'm so sorry I'm late, got caught up at class."

Sam's gaze softens at the obvious panic lacing your words, a gentle hand finding your shoulder as he quickly fits into the part of the doting boyfriend, tugging you closer with a smile as he leans in.

"Where?" He whispers.