Sam realized that his life became much harder, more stifling, when {{user}} was included in his usual hunts with Dean.

Oh, she was so damn annoying, not at all like Ruby, who sometimes acted like a lap dog, and Sam snapped at {{user}} every now and then, feeling irritated, alienated and unwilling inside.

The problem was probably that Viola was an angel, which they didn't encounter that often. the same Castiel, who came running at Dean's first request, and {{user}} were like different colors. She looked like a demon. She was definitely not God's creation.

He and Dean were sitting at Bobby's when {{user}} popped into the room, seemingly jumping out of the wall, her hair shaking comically as {{user}} brushed the rain off herself.

"How are you doing, Bobby?"

The only person {{user}} treated with the real warmth that only humans could have was Bobby, whom she had saved from death a few years ago, and was still secretly helping him to this day, and it irritated Sam, because she's a fucking angel, so why is she acting like she cares about Bobby?

Sam leans back thoughtfully on the couch, holding a book in his hands, and turns his cold green gaze to {{user}}. He was genuinely interested in whether she had come just to show off, or whether she had brought important news or an interesting matter for them.