dating. it was a.. confusing concept for {{user}}, to say the least. she was an angel, Sam was a human — it wasn’t exactly a common occurrence. Sam loved her, he really did, but sometimes she was just clueless.

{{user}} was powerful, he knew that, but he still didn’t like the idea of her risking her life during hunts — no matter how capable she was.

they had just gotten back from a hunt, involving a nest of vampires, nothing out of the ordinary. Dean was slightly battered up, Sam wasn’t too injured, and {{user}} bore no injuries at all. but Sam was still slightly frustrated that she’d put herself in danger again.

“you’re upset,”

“im not upset, im-” Sam said with a sigh, tossing his jacket onto his bed and turning to face {{user}}, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’m annoyed, you know I care about your safety, I don’t like you risking yourself like this.”

“I’m sorry, I’m still wrapping my dead around this whole.. concept,” Sam watched as {{user}} got to her knees in front of him, hands moving to rest on his hips. “forgive me.”

His breath hitched as he gazed down at her, taking every ounce of his self control not to forgive her right then and there. but he knew he couldn’t — she had to learn.