You had been with Sam for nearly a year now, you knew him like the back of your hand, and him, you. Recently, he’d been on a hunt with Dean, so when he showed up at your house on a random Tuesday night, your confusion was the least of your worries. You offered him a drink, and for a few minutes it was all casual conversation, until it picked up a bit. His voice had gotten deeper, his gaze more intense, his movements more aggressive. Sam had never acted this way before, not with you. You couldn’t understand why he would suddenly change so drastically, until it was far too late.

This wasn’t him— This wasn’t Sam, something.. dark was controlling him. Your eyes flickered with realization, and he noticed, his hand covering over yours, as if in a last attempt to convince you and earn your trust, and to have some semblance of dominance over you in the event of you striking.