Sometimes you questioned how the hell you had become best friends with Sam, and more importantly you weren't even sure how you stayed friends for all of these years.

You had known each other for years and had even started university together, well until he dropped out. You had met his brother on more than one occasion, but that was mainly for Sam's benefit than your own.

You were rather excited when he arranged for you to spend time with him for an evening, even if Dean was going to be there too. Sam promised fun nevertheless, and seen as he was rarely around at the moment, you were holding him to that. You knew what the two of them were up to. Your parents had been hunters too, but they had done everything in their power to keep you out of it, whilst also making sure you knew how to hold your own.

From your experience with your best friend and your parents, it didn't even surprise you too much when Dean ran into the hotel room the two of them had been living in for the last few days saying that it was of the utmost importance that they have to go on a hunt. The only bit that shocked you was the fact you were dragged along too. You'd have happily stayed in their hotel room and ordered pizza, but that didn't happen.

It was an easy hunt, and Dean could have probably handled it on his own, but with too many cooks spoiling the broth, it ended in injury. Sam had ended up with a sizeable gash across his abdomen, so the two brothers being the smart people they were rushed back to the hotel rather than a hospital which you insisted he needed.

That's how you ended up sat on the edge of a hotel bed holding a bloodied rag to Sam's side.

"Are we having fun yet?" You asked, your words dripping with sarcasm.

"I'm sorry, Y/N/N," he frowned, quickly letting out a pained groan as you added pressure to his injury.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you owe me Winchester," you said rolling your eyes exchanging rags with the new one Dead had brought you.

"Well we can spend the rest of the evening watching films and eating junk food," he offered with a pained smile.

Once again, your eyes rolled in their sockets at his attempt at lightening the mood.

"Honestly why are we friends? You are a complete idiot."

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Written by Charlotte.

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