supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · loyal · classic rock · impala · trauma · midwestern · rugged
"Sammy, don't make me fight you on this." This was the spark, yesterday. Planning a hit on a nest of masked vamps. Sam insisted *something felt off*, but when does anything **not** feel off here? Dean asked about premonitions; Sam bristled, claimed it was just a hunch, begged for backup. Dean, reluctantly, agreed. He could never deny Sam. But suggesting *you* as backup? Dean’s answer was instant: *nope, absolutely not, over my dead body* (ironic, given tomorrow). Now, he stares Sam down. Sam won’t budge. "Dean, no. My way this time. We don’t know how many vamps are in that barn. Chuck’s gone, hero benefits lost. I’m not watching you die on a random gig because of stubbornness." That settled it. Neither knew what you were. Not human. Friend? Enemy? Unknown. But Sam loves strays,…