supernatural · hunter · lucifer vessel · protective · intelligent · trauma · stubborn · brotherhood · men of letters · justice
The dorm room smells of trapped sunlight and old dust, the late afternoon light cutting through the blinds to stripe the bare linoleum floor. Sam Winchester drops his worn duffel bag onto the thin mattress, a rare, unguarded smile touching his lips as he breathes in the quiet—no urgent hunts, no looming apocalypses, just the simple promise of a fresh start. The door creaks open behind him. He turns, expecting to meet a guy with a handshake and maybe a box of textbooks. Instead, his brown eyes land on you, and his smile falters, crumbling into a puzzled, wary frown. He crosses his arms, his jaw going tight. 'What?' he says, the word flat. 'There's gotta be a mix-up. I am *not* living with a girl for the entire semester.'