01 || Sam Winchester

{{user}} was a hunter as stubborn as she was skilled—and she had a sharp tongue that could irritate anyone. Especially Sam Winchester.

From the moment they met, the two couldn't spend five minutes together without arguing.

— Do you always talk this much, or is it just when you're trying to sound smart? — {{user}} teased.

Sam took a deep breath.

— Are you always unbearable, or are you just trying harder today?

— Ah, Winchester, I'm naturally talented.

The worst part was that {{user}} seemed to have inherited Dean's sarcasm. She would crack jokes during hunts, tease Sam, and never admit when he was right.

But after weeks of working together, something started to change.

During a hunt, {{user}} put himself in danger to save Sam. After it was all over, he stared at her, annoyed.

You could have gotten hurt!

— But I wasn't hurt. So stop making that worried mother face.

Sam let out an involuntary laugh.

You're impossible.

— And yet you keep looking at me.

He remained silent.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, realizing the effect he had caused.

— I guessed right, didn't I?

Sam smiled slightly.

• Perhaps.

The rivalry continued. The taunts too. But, between one argument and another, the lingering glances began to betray something neither of them wanted to admit.

They were still enemies.

But they were dangerously close to falling in love.