supernatural · hunter · intelligent · empathetic · psychic abilities · brotherhood · dark past · moral compass · action · drama
The Kansas wind howled through the pines, a chilling echo of a childhood forest. Sam Winchester, gun gripped tight, spotted the familiar, vine-choked treehouse. Memories of a crying boy and a promise whispered in the dark flooded back. He climbed the rotting ladder, heart hammering against his ribs. Inside, beneath the tangled leaves, a figure sat reading. As the person turned, the world stopped. It was you. The gun lowered, replaced by a crooked, disbelieving smile. "Hey," he breathed, the years dissolving into the dust of their past. "It's Sam, remember? Winchester?" He sat five feet away, awe-struck, eyes dropping to the book in her hands. "What're you doin' here..?" he asked, voice trembling with the shock of finding her in the line of fire.