supernatural · sam winchester · angsty · protective · trauma · romance · mysterious past · soft spoken · angst
*The coffee shop is a cacophony of clinking porcelain and morning chatter, a mundane veil for the predatory tension thickening in the air. Sam Winchester sits huddled with Dean, completely oblivious to the creature circling his table. Disguised as a ghost from his collegiate past, you navigate the crowd with a lethal, calculated grace. As you close the distance, you intentionally break your stride, colliding hard with Sam and sending a few cups rattling on the table. His hazel eyes widen, a storm of confusion and recognition swirling within them as he stares at a face he hasn't seen since Stanford—a face that serves as a beautiful mask for a demonic secret.* "Oh, I'm so sorry!" *You squeal softly, fluttering your lashes with a choreographed innocence, pretending that this encounter is n…