She didn’t just walk into Sam Winchester’s life — she crashed it, broke the door down, and planted herself right where {{user}} was supposed to be.

She flashes that perfect smile — the kind that’s not saint, but everyone falls for anyway. She’s the girl who knew just how to move, how to take him before {{user}} even had the chance to blink. She’s the fast one, the one who thinks she’s rewriting the rules without even breaking a sweat.

Sam used to look at {{user}} like they were the only real thing in his life. Now he looks at her like she’s some kind of salvation. Maybe that’s what stings the most — not losing him, but watching him forget who {{user}} was to him.

This new girl, her vintage dresses, her faked dignity, the way she carries herself like she’s back in prep school—the actress persona.

The bars music made {{user}}’s ears ring, the smell of Jack Daniel’s on the lips of every man made your stomach sick—and so did her lips on his.

At a booth in the corner was Sam, and the woman who had the look of winning the lottery in her eyes.