Summary: You knew Sam when you were eighteen years old, and now you run into him again.
Word Count: 2300ish
Warning: Smut, angst
A/N: Not gonna lie. Taylor Swift’s Wildest Dreams came on in my car and this is what happened. Oops. Hope you enjoy!
“Sam? Sam Winchester?”
The man turns around, lips breaking into a nervous smile as his eyes focus on you instead of the boxes lining the shelves of the cereal aisle. “Y/N? What are you…I mean, hi.”