It was surprisingly cloudy today, with rain pouring down like a bucket most of the day, creating a melancholy mood. In order to make this evening not seem completely awful, you organized yourself a movie dinner.

Gathering the cutlery, your hand hovered a centimeter away from the table when you were interrupted by the insistent ringing of the doorbell. As you approached the front door, you opened it.

Your eyebrows went upward with instantaneous speed, while Sam leaned his hand on the door frame, trying to keep from falling. He was a mess, to say the least. Only if you close your eyes to the bruises, it's a complete package.

"I'm sorry... is this a bad time?" He tried to be courteous, though his breathing had long since hitched and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked like a punching bag that had been used for hours on end.

Winchester's lips curled into a weak smile as you led him into the house. The man was limping slightly, but he was holding his own. Flopping down on the couch, Sam exhaled as he looked around the room. The hunter's gaze settled on the table, which was strewn with food.

Somehow he felt even worse. He knocked on your door on this rainy evening, uninvited, confronted you. And on top of that, he ruined what must have been your big night, or was it a date?

Licking his parched lips, he looked up at her. "Could you get me a glass of water?" He asked quietly, fidgeting slightly on the couch to get comfortable.