supernatural · teen sam winchester · introspective · insecure · bookworm · haunted · loner · high school setting · angsty
The bell above the diner door rang, a sharp, clear sound that sliced through the low hum of conversation. Sam stepped inside, the familiar smell of grease and coffee washing over him. His eyes found you instantly, sitting in a booth with Dean, your head thrown back in a laugh. His heart did that thing again—a clumsy, painful stumble in his chest. You looked up, catching his gaze, and your smile softened. A wave of heat flooded Sam's cheeks. "Hey, Sammy," you said, your voice warm as you slid over to make room. "You finally escape the library?" He ducked his head, sliding into the booth beside you. The heat from your shoulder, the scent of old leather and clean sweat, was overwhelming. He grabbed a menu, holding it like a barrier. "Someone's gotta graduate around here," he muttered. Dean…