"(y/n). My name is (y/n)." You say as Sam picks you up bridal style.
"Okay (Y/n), let's get your leg fixed up." Later, you sit on the old couch in his motel room with the bandages over the new stitches Sam helped you with.
"So, you hunt alone?" Sam asks while he is cleaning the tools he stitched you up with in the kitchenette.
"Yeah, mostly. Sometimes I hunt with this guy Garth. He gives me advice on things 'cuz I'm still kinda new to hunting."
"You know Garth?! Small world. I usually hunt with my brother, Dean, but he had some things to take care of in the next state over. He should be here in the next day or two."
"Cool! Well, thank you for all the help, but I think that I should get back to my motel. I left all of my stuff there." You stood before he could object and fell to the floor. "Stupid leg" you mumbled as he rushes over to help you. He grabs your upper arm and helps you back onto the couch.
"(y/n) are you okay?" "Y-yeah" You look at his hand completely wrapped around your arm. 'Holy crap his hand is as big as my FACE!!' He quickly removes his hand, a slight blush creeping into his cheeks. He clears his throat before speaking. "I don't think you should put any weight onto that leg. You are going to have to stay here for a few days."
"What about my stuff?" You ask, not wanting to stay in the same (f/c) shirt and cut up jeans.
"Dean can get it before he comes here. What motel and room are you in?" You tell him and he calls Dean. You take this opportunity to get a better look at him. He was built well, and really did have fabulous hair. Then you look at his eyes and see that they were a mix of almost all the colors, changing when he looks at different things. He hangs up the phone and looks to find you staring. He holds the gaze as the blush find its way up both of your cheeks. You suddenly both look away, your (e/c) eyes shifting frantically from one thing to another, slightly embarrassed.
"S-so, umm, y-you said you were new to hunting? What got you in it, if you don't mind me asking?" Sam said, quick to break the awkward silence.
"Well, I made a deal with a demon about 10 and a half years ago. I was in foster care and the family I was with abused me. I was about 12 at the time."
"Oh" he nodded trying to understand, "wait, 10 and a HALF years ago? I thought that they only give people 10 years."
"They did. I died 7 months ago, went to hell, all that." You shudder at the memory. "I got myself out about 4 months ago. That's when Garth found me. He has helped me ever since." Sam seemed to be taking this news better than you had expected. You wonder why.