Sam’s life was never ideal. Growing up was miserable—from a shitty childhood, moving around a lot, hunting 24/7, never finishing college. He could never get away from the hunting life. It was never meant for him to live a normal life. He was never meant to experience happiness, at least that is what he believed.

Until he met you, though. You weren’t oblivious to the supernatural world. It’s something you knew about, thanks to your own parents being hunters themselves. After their passing due to a hunting accident three years ago, you picked up where they left off.

You and Sam met in a diner located in Bobby’s hometown two years ago. Thanks to Dean encouraging Sam to go talk to you, you both have been close ever since, and you’ve been in a relationship for a year now.

Currently, it was early in the morning. You were in the bunker’s kitchen making coffee. You yawned, rubbing your eyes. Sam had walked into the kitchen. He walked up close behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

Life’s been good.