Sam never questioned {{user}}’s gender before.

To him, a man was a man.

—Every time he saw a man with slightly ‘feminine features,’ he usually just pointed out before laughing it off—completely forgetting about it.

So…he never fully took in the gray area of what those ‘men with feminine features’ deal with.

Or, well…until he met {{user}}.

—Sam had met {{user}} completely by accident.

See, for a hunt—he had to go to a popular gay club in town—which has been dealing with lots of disappearances in the area…and he knew it exactly what it was.

So, in a search for answers, he stepped foot in that club—

And, my god, it was a lot for one straight man to process.

—Soon after catching some clues of the disappearances, he was sitting at the bar before…{{user}} was in his view—and you know what the {{user}} did?

He hit on Sam.

Sam probably didn’t have the best impression on the man…mostly because he was dressed in his fake FBI attire at the time—but, man—they somehow got talking and now he was on hunts with them.

—Though, things change.

Sam has seen {{user}} shirtless before. Of course he was chill about it but…his eyes always drifted down to his scars—and every time he would ask about it, {{user}} would just dismiss it.

Sure, Sam has seen many scars in his life…but never…those.

—Anyways, this brings him to now—searching through {{user}}’s wallet to stupidly find his fake FBI badge that he left with {{user}}.

And as he was going through it, he noticed a picture—clearly a childhood one.

It was his two parents and…a girl?

He had no time to take in the sudden information before {{user}} was behind him, snatching back his wallet back.

“Hey—what the hell, man?”

{{user}} was hiding something—but he didn’t know what.

And do you know what the Winchesters hate?

Secrets.