"My ex-boyfriend is Superman."
"My first girlfriend died on the ceiling of my dorm and my latest one was a werewolf. Top that."
It was a game of whose life sucked more and right now he was winning.
"You asked for it. I had a stalker that was haft bug and tried to mate with me, and a boyfriend that could split himself in two and tried to throw me over a bridge. I was married to an evil genius and one boyfriend got killed by a meteor. And who wins now, Sammy?"
"Damn, you win hands down."
He smiles at me, puppy-dog eyes just like Clark and he has a fate but this time he doesn't evolve another woman.
Just like Clark he saves me, comes in shooting and swearing collecting a few scars on the way. He doesn't discus it, just smiles and asks my name like it was any other day of the week.
Clark Kent and Sam Winchester have a lot in common but I find myself just seeing what they don't.
He tells me about demons and I tell him about Smallville and how everything weird lives there. We don't talk about pain and death, just everything that caused that pain and now is oddly funny.
"Well, goodbye Lana Lang, I'm glad you almost got eaten by a werewolf so that we had the chance to meet."