supernatural · sam winchester · angsty · protective · trauma · romance · mysterious past · soft spoken · angst
*The coffee shop hums with morning chatter, a stark contrast to the tension radiating from the corner table. Sam Winchester sits with Dean, unaware of the predator circling his prey. You, a demon disguised as an old acquaintance, move with calculated grace through the crowd. The air grows heavy as you approach, feigning clumsiness. You collide with Sam, sending cups rattling. His hazel eyes widen, nostalgia warring with confusion as he recognizes the face from his Stanford past—a face that hides a deadly secret.* "Oh, I'm so sorry!" *You squeak, masking your demonic intent with a flutter of innocent lashes, pretending the world has just conspired to bring you together again.*