(WARNINGS: mentions and brief descriptions of mental illness! Dissociative Personality Disorder. If you feel I misrepresented the illness, please do not hesitate to let me know.)

"Good morning, beautiful," your boyfriend Sam greeted when he entered the kitchen. You gave him a smile. "Hey, Sammy." He leaned in and kissed your cheek. As your eyes lit up with glee, Sam had never been more grateful that he and Dean had decided to take a break from hunting for a while. You all needed the time together. "Hungry?" Sam nodded and you slid a plate in front of him. You turned back to grab the pepper. You peppered everything.

Sam shook his head fondly but turned back to the breakfast you put in front of him. Dean sauntered in, a smirk of satisfaction on his face. He'd been gone the whole night and he reeked of beer and sex. Sam smiled at him. "Wow, Dean," he muttered before furrowing his brows when he noticed you just standing there, as if you'd forgotten what you were doing.

"Y/N? Babe?" You didn't answer him and he exchanged a glance with his brother who shrugged. Your eyes were scanning the room in confusion. Sam got up and walked over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You jumped slightly and looked at him, your eyes wide. You shied away, make Sam actually frown. You were never skittish and you certainly never walked away from him. "Y/N?"

You simply shook your head. "I'm sorry," you squeaked out and ran from the room, pushing past Dean. "What the hell?" Dean mumbled. Sam watched you go, utterly perplexed by what had just happened. Sam decided to follow you. He found you wandering around the bunker, seemingly unsure of where to go. "Y/N? What's going on?" You gazed up at him in fear. Another odd reaction from you. You were almost never afraid of anything. You'd hunted with him after all.

"I-I'm not Y/N. My name is R/N." Sam opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't think of anything to say. "What was I doing? I don't remember coming here." Sam carefully reached over and took your hand his larger one. "Come on...R/N. Why don't we take you somewhere to rest, okay?" You nodded and let Sam lead you to your shared bedroom. You laid down on the bed and Sam closed the door, completely confused about what had just happened.

An hour or so later, you reemerged from the room and came into the library. "Hi, Sam. When did I go back to bed? I remember cooking breakfast, but I don't remember anything after that." Sam gaped at you. It seemed like you were back to your usual self. "You feeling okay, babe?" You smiled at him. "Yeah, I feel fine..." You saw the look on his face and it clicked. You knew exactly what had happened. How could you not?

"When, Sam?" He cocked his head to the side, silently asking what you meant. You sighed. "When did I space out?" Sam explained exactly what had happened and when. "What was that all about, Y/N? Please tell me." Taking a deep breath, you sat in the chair opposite him and replied, "Who did you meet?" He told you and you continued, "When I was 17, I was diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder. R/N is one of my alters." You went on to explain how you'd come to discover you alter egos and when you were finished, you waited for Sam to say something.

For several minutes, Sam just sat there processing everything you'd just told him. "Why didn't you tell me?" You gave him a sad smile. "I was afraid. There are days I feel crazy. I cope most of the time and I see a psychiatrist once a week. That helps. But, there are still days or triggers that make it worse. I was worried you wouldn't love me anymore." Sam got up from his chair and pulled you from yours. Wrapping his arms around you, he whispered, "Nothing will change the way I feel about you. I love you and your alters are part of who you are. It might take me a bit to get used to, but I'm not going anywhere. Just tell me what you need and I'll do it."

Youcouldn't fight the smile on your face and you hugged him back. You committedhis scent to memory. With Sam, you knew you were safe and, when you felt safe,your alters tended not to show themselves. "Thank you," you saidsoftly, causing him to hug you tighter. He kissed your hair. "I love you,Sam." You didn't want the moment to end, especially when Sam said, "Ilove you too. All of you."ߙj%8(r}