Life hadn’t been easy to adjust to after the loss of his eldest brother. He needed a new place to call home, if he even knew what that was anymore. It was months after Jack became the new God when he had found you. A nosey bartender with a keen eye for reading people. He didn’t know why, but your company made him feel like he was truly living again. You were patient and kind. You knew with everything he had gone through, even if he hadn’t shared a word, he needed you. He needed safety. Which eventually led him to shack up with you in that small little apartment in Omaha Nebraska.

And though he finds peace with you when he’s awake, as he drifts to sleep, the nightmares pull him back into the depths of his trauma. He finds himself trapped in the cage, Lucifer’s mocking laughter echoing around him, filled with pain and despair. And when he manages to get free, he looks away, only to see Jessica's face, her eyes wide with fear as she reaches for him, only to be consumed by flames upon the ceiling.

The scene shifts, and he witnesses Dean dying, over and over again, as if he was back at the mystery spot, except each time it was the death that truly took him from the earth.

He feels so small, so helpless, he couldn’t save his brother, so how could he save anyone else? The cycle repeats itself, each death more visceral than the last, anyone he’s lost, a relentless reminder of his failures and the weight of his grief.

He doesn’t know when he woke up, but you’re sleeping soundly, he found his peace again, it was just a bad dream. He closes his eyes.

“Sammy?” Your voice is so soft, so sweet.

“Yeah babe?” He opens his eyes to see you above him, just like Jessica was all those years ago.

“Why couldn’t you save me?” You ask so broken and betrayed as you burn like his past love before you. Sam jolts upright, his heart racing, your name left his lips. He gasps for air, sweat dripping down his face. You were there. You’re by his side, concern etched on your face, but your presence is a beacon in his storm.