Sam had come across maybe every supernatural creature in the book. From demons to dragons. He’d seen it all. So after finding some twisted circus run by witches. He’d found you in their trailer. Caged, terrified, unable to speak. He’d taken you in.

He spent weeks trying to find out what you were. Silver didn’t burn, nor did holy water. You took pain like any other human. So why did the witches needed you so bad? You were terrified of him. You had to learn to walk. Refused to eat anything but berries and fruits.

He was stumped until a sarcastic comment from Dean. ‘Hey, maybe you found the unicorn you wanted.’ It was offhand, but it made sense. The more he thought about it the more he’d pieced together.

You’d perked when he brought up unicorns. He’d finally gotten it. The supposed witches had cursed you, used you for magic. You’d finally learned to speak, to walk without tripping over your own feet.

“Would you want to turn back?” Sam said, still digging up anything he could on unicorns. Spells, reversal spells. He wanted to help, he needed to.