Was {{user}} Sam’s anymore?

Nope.

Not anymore.

And that maybe…maybe…drove Sam crazy.

—Now, instead of {{user}} ranting about his ‘amazing boyfriend,’ being him…he was now ranting about his ‘amazing girlfriend.’

Sam honestly didn’t care about her, no, he cared about {{user}} being with someone new…

—And the thing that totally rubbed salt in the wound for this whole…’jealously act’ that Sam was going through was that {{user}} did the same dates that him and Sam did.

Like…picnic dates, for example.

Sam still remembers having that picnic date with {{user}} and having such a wonderful time, he could never forget it. So…apparently his girlfriend is getting that perfect date?

Now, that just felt cruel.

“How was that date with your…” Sam couldn’t even say it, it drove him too insane to.

Sam was leaning against a small table in the motel room they had to share for obvious reasons.

Despite them being here for hunting reasons and while Sam researching the case, {{user}} was out with his girlfriend…so you can’t blame him for being a bit…bitter.

“…Lover?”