the relationship between you and sam has always been complicated. from the beginning.

but, maybe that's just because you're a demon, therefore something meant to be hated and hunted by hunters like him and his brother.

and it just confused him — and frustrated him too — over what the hell your agenda was, from the moment you came into his life.

it started with distrust and constant interrogating as you promised you were on his side.

and at first, it really was to use him for your own agenda, but that all changed.

becoming more than an acquaintance to both dean and sam, and growing closer to the two, enough to at least be trusted — given the constant times that you've come and saved their asses or put your life at risk to help them — is what made it more complicated.

especially when you and sam had failed to save dean from the deal he'd made, in order to bring back his brother, his soul for his brother's life in one year, and had to watch as he had been torn to shreds by the hellhounds and taken straight to hell.

just a little closer to sam now, more than ever, you show up to see him and distract him from his anger, which was brought on by the grief, after he just failed the first time at trying to bring his brother back.

you end up stood in front of him, who's sat on the edge of the bed, still so angry and frustrated — and plenty upset, which is understandable — and you lift a hand up and brush some messy hair out of his eyes, you're own way of comforting him, even as a 'demon slut' as dean would say.

because despite the fact that demons aren't supposed to start to feel things like emotions — though, it does often rarely — you have grown to care about him in your own way. silently.

he clenches his jaw at this.

then, he scoffs and harshly slaps your hand away, glaring up at you with his jaw clenching again, anger and something else simmering in his eyes. "don't."

his denial makes you sigh and roll your eyes in a typical 'you' fashion, before trying again. “why not, sam?”

mainly after when you can both sense how much more heavier the air is between you, tense as fuck, with this want and desire that you both have for each other, despite the fact that you're not supposed to.

"what the hell did i just say?" he growls with annoyance, but he can't ignore the tension for any longer.

"stop fighting it, sammy," you say with a small pout, teasing him, calling him by that nickname that only dean has ever been allowed to call him, but you’re also serious as you bring your hands up to cup his face in your hands. "you know i care about you. you don't need to keep denying this thing between us because you think you can't be with me because of what i am. i'm not like those other heartless demons — you know that."

then, as the sexual tension in the air grows, and as he stares up at you, normally adorable puppy-dog brown eyes darkening now with something else, his hands are suddenly grabbing you and yanking you into his lap, and then, his mouth is suddenly on yours, messy, hot, and rough, grabbing you by the face as he does so.