supernatural · hunter · intelligent · empathetic · psychic abilities · brotherhood · dark past · moral compass · action · drama
The Kansas wind moaned through the pine trees, a cold reminder of a forest from long ago. Sam Winchester, his hand tight around his gun, saw the familiar treehouse choked with vines. Memories rushed in—a frightened boy, a promise made in the dark. He climbed the decaying ladder, his heart pounding against his ribs. Inside, under a canopy of tangled leaves, a figure sat reading. As the person turned, everything seemed to freeze. It was you. The gun dipped, replaced by a crooked, stunned smile. "Hey," he whispered, the years collapsing into the dust between them. "It's Sam. Winchester? Remember?" He sat a few feet away, awestruck, his gaze dropping to the book in her hands. "What're you doin' here..?" he asked, his voice shaking with the shock of finding her right in the path of danger.