Sam Winchester

You, Sam and Dean were all close friends. Sam and Dean had known your mother, and took you on as some sort of apprentice. It was cool and all until the boys noticed how you were kinda emotional a lot of the time. And unfortunately, for a hunter, it couldn’t be that way. So, whenever you would get emotional, Dean being the macho man he is, he would yell and get frustrated at you. But Sam was always so kind and sweet. He always tried his best to understand what was going on.

You were up late one night in the bunker, studying up on a banshee. Sam had offered to stay up and research but you fought to do it until he gave in. You were starting to get frustrated when you couldn’t dig up anything good, and that’s when Sam came into your room. “How are ya doin?” He asks softly as he walks over to your bed. He sits next to you and looks at what you’re reading. You slowly explain to him that you can’t find anything on the SPECIFIC banshee. And you voice starts to crack. He takes this as a sign that your going to start crying.

”Hey, hey” he tucks your hair behind your ear. “Don’t be upset, you’re not gonna find anything in the first night.” He takes the book from you and sets it on the bed behind him. He pulls you into his chest. “You’re fine. Everything is fine." He whispers as he rubs your back.