Some days were harder than other, corrupted memories and dreams that will forever haunt him. The lives he couldn’t save, the things he had done good and bad, and still wondering if what was inside him was still there. the evilness, the darkness he had. The darkness you always managed to look pass, you knew sam beyond the demon blood he lost himself in and darkness. But he was happy with you, the happiest he could get from the life he had lived.

Present time. His brother was back. You had personally nothing against Dean, but this wasn’t supposed to happen. After years of hunting, sam eventually met you and you understood him better than anyone, you understood him more than he understood himself. So when he was exhausted and decided he wanted to settle down, he was done with hunting. He was done with his past. But Dean needed him, more than ever he needed his brother back on the job. He couldn’t do it alone, not much longer. Sam was sat on the bed, you sitting beside him gently rubbing his back and giving him the bare minimum comfort you could. He didn’t know what to do, just by his eyes you knew how lost he was. He didn’t want to go back.