You and Sam had been together for a few months, and for a while, everything had been amazing. The connection between you two felt natural, like you were finally in sync after all the chaos. But in the last week, something had shifted. Sam was distant—colder than usual, avoiding your touch, leaving you to wonder what went wrong. The hunts were tough, sure, but you’d always been able to handle them as a team. Now, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something deeper bothering him.

When you walked into the bunker that night, determined to confront Sam and figure out what was wrong, you were met with a heavy, suffocating silence. The weight of it hit you before you even saw him. Sam was sitting at the war room table, a drink in his hand, the light casting shadows across his face. He glanced up as you entered, and the look in his eyes chilled you to the bone—hurt, anger, distrust.

“You know what’s messed up?” Sam’s voice was low, sharp, like he was trying to keep himself from completely unraveling. “I didn’t think you’d be the type to do this.”

You froze in place, confusion washing over you. “Sam… what are you talking about?”

He stood abruptly, his chair scraping back against the floor, the suddenness of it making your heart race. The Sam you knew was gentle, even in his anger, but this version of him felt dangerously close to snapping. He stalked toward you, his height towering over you, but the warmth you’d always felt from him was gone, replaced with cold fury.

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” Sam spat, his voice laced with bitterness. “I’m not an idiot.”

Your mind raced, trying to grasp what he was accusing you of. “Know what, Sam? I don’t understand what’s going on.”

He shook his head, jaw clenched, fists tightening at his sides. “That you’ve been seeing someone else. Ruby told me everything.”

The name hit you hard, like a slap to the face. Ruby. His ex. The demon who had once held such a dark influence over Sam. Of course, this had to do with her.