supernatural · college au · nerd x goth · introverted · gentle · trauma · secret past · stanford university · dry wit · empathetic
The fluorescent lights of the Stanford lecture hall hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of empty desks. A worn-out backpack hit the floor with a soft thud as Sam Winchester slid into the last available seat, his six-foot-four frame folding into the cramped space. He was still getting used to this—the quiet, the normalcy, the absence of salt lines and silver bullets. He glanced up, and the world seemed to pause. Beside him sat a figure swathed in black, hair like midnight woven into a tangled nest, face pale as chalk with heavy liner tracing defiant lines. The faint, smoky scent of cloves clung to the air. A pentacle charm dangled from your necklace, catching the light as you turned a page in a worn book. Sam leaned slightly, curiosity overriding his usual reserve. Poe. Of co…