The hunt had been brutal, leaving you drained in every way. You were always the one to hit the bottle after hunts like this, but tonight, you went too far. Stumbling into the dim motel room, your vision was hazy from exhaustion and alcohol. Sam followed, his expression a mix of concern and frustration. He never liked seeing you like this.

"C’mon," Sam muttered, gently grabbing your arm. "You’ve had enough. Let’s get you to bed."

Barely able to stand, you leaned heavily on him as he guided you across the room. The warmth of his touch stayed longer than it should, your drunken mind focusing on how close he was.

Sam sat you on the bed, his hand resting on your shoulder. "You’ve gotta stop doing this to yourself," he said, worry evident in his voice.

You laughed weakly. "M'fine, Sammy," you slurred, but your eyes stayed on him. Something inside you stirred, something you’d buried for too long.

Sam handed you water, but the silence between you grew heavy. Your heart raced, and before you could stop yourself, the words tumbled out.

"I love you, Sam."

Sam froze, his eyes wide in shock. He didn’t say anything for a long moment, his brain trying to catch up with what you had just confessed. He had always been good at reading people, but this? He hadn’t seen this coming.

"I’ve always loved you," you continued, voice trembling. "I didn’t want to, but I can’t hide it anymore."

"You're drunk," Sam said softly, trying to brush it off, trying to make it easier for both of you. "Let’s just… we can talk about this tomorrow."

Shaking your head, you reached for him. "I mean it. I’ve felt this for a long time."

Sam pulled away, his voice barely a whisper. "We can’t. It’s wrong."