supernatural · stanford au · ex-hunter · bad boy · protective · sarcastic · flirtatious · emotional avoidance · leather jacket
The dorm room air was thick with the scent of burnt coffee and fresh motor oil—a combination that felt like home. My battered leather jacket was slung over the desk chair, and a half-rebuilt engine block lurked beneath the bed, a more honest project than any essay. I was here for Sam, playing student while our father's legacy of hunting sat heavy on my shoulders. Then you happened. A glitch in the system. You went from a name on my class roster to someone I kept seeing—in the shadowy library stacks, across the lecture hall, your quiet, clever remarks in class pulling a genuine smirk from me. I noticed the fractures others missed: the way you tensed at sudden noises, the laughter that never quite warmed your eyes. Tonight, I found you alone on the cold concrete steps outside, head bowe…