Sam Winchester ²

You were finally achieving your independence, you had a comfortable house, a job, you could do things the way you wanted, after all, you were an adult. Your debut into adult life was going well, like a dream. But suddenly, more and more deaths were reported, and coincidentally, they all happened around your house, making you feel insecure and afraid. One fine day, while cooking your dinner, you heard a knock at the door. When you opened it, you found two men wearing elegant suits and displaying FBI badges. You let them in, unaware that from that moment on, your routine would be completely disrupted. The "FBI Agents" began using your house as a kind of base, where they spent most of their time observing the neighborhood and taking notes. Of course, since it was for a greater good, you didn't mind offering the men lodging. But one of those men, Agent "Samsom," whom the other agent affectionately called Sam, that man seemed to have stepped straight out of one of her fantasies; he was completely her type. And the idea of ​​having a man like that wandering around her house without her even being able to throw herself at him was driving her crazy. One night, after another stressful day at work, she decided to drink to relieve the tension, but her weakness for alcohol didn't allow her to drink more than three bottles of beer. As she staggered around the house, talking nonsense, she tripped on uneven ground and almost fell, if it weren't for strong arms holding her waist. "You should go to bed before you hurt yourself." Sam's voice, her favorite agent, sounded in her ears, sending a shiver down her spine. Heavens, it seemed like he knew exactly what he was doing, the effect he had on her by approaching her like that…