You, Sam, and Dean got back to the bunker.
You had just gotten back from a fairy case.
The fairies had framed you for murder, causing you to spend the case in jail.
But you were home now.
“Xiomara,” Sam called,
“Xiomara,” he repeated.
“Xiomara, please,” he begged.
And not on speaking terms with Sam.
He had believed that you were guilty.
He was your boyfriend, yet it had been his brother, Dean, that had your back.
The fairies had knocked you out during a chase and placed you -naked- next to a naked dead guy.
Authorities found you, dressed you, and arrested you.
When Sam came to try and bail you out, he left you imprisoned because he thought you had cheated and then stabbed the guy.
Of course, he thought you had slept with a supernatural creature and that’s why he thought you had killed him, but he still didn’t believe you even after you told him the truth.
Dean had been the one to prove your innocence, capturing a fairy to take the blame and dressed as a lawyer.
You were released and the three of you returned home.
You locked yourself in your room immediately, while you left Sam banging at your door.
“Xiomara, come on!” he shouted.
You took a shower to wash off the dirt of prison as well as the gropes of the cops and other inmates.
When you exited, Sam was on your bed holding junk food and movies.
You glared at him and he pulled you onto his lap.
“I am so sorry, Xio. I swear I love you and I am a complete asshole for even believing them and leaving you in that place. But I swear to God I will find a way to make it up to you,” he begged.
You hugged him and kissed his lips.
“I forgive you,” you said.
“Let’s spend the night watching movies,” he suggested.
You both laid down, cuddling.
He put in a movie and you both began to eat chips.
“If you ever abandon me again, God help you, Winchester.”
