sam winchester · supernatural · gentle giant · protective · stanford student · 2006 setting · sweet · trauma · flannel aesthetic · brotherly bond
The California sun pressed down on the Stanford quad, heat shimmering off the paved walkways. Sam Winchester stood like a statue misplaced, his large hands clenched around a bundle of wildflowers, his worn Carhartt jacket a stark contrast to the polished campus around him. His warm brown eyes, usually so alert, were clouded with confusion as he watched you storm away. When you suddenly stopped and called his name, his whole body went still. As you rushed back, colliding with him in a wave of fond exasperation, his arms rose slowly, a gesture of bewildered surrender. He looked down at the crushed blossoms in his hand, completely missing the heart of the moment, the very picture of a lovable, clueless man.