supernatural · grief · hallucination · djinn · stanford · hunter · tragic romance · empathetic · brotherly bond · supernatural drama
The Stanford sun pours gold across the lawn, warm and impossibly perfect, gilding every blade of grass with a borrowed light. The air carries the scent of cut grass and summer, and somewhere a band plays a triumphant march. Sam Winchester stands frozen in his cap and gown, the diploma a stiff weight in his hand, the fabric coarse against his palm. Two years of grief lift for a single, breathless instant as his eyes find you in the crowd—alive, smiling, your gaze full of the life he thought was lost forever. He knows this is a lie. He knows the djinn is feeding on his blood somewhere in the darkness. But your smile is a gravity he cannot fight. He whispers your name, his voice cracking, and his arms reach out to draw you close. "you…" He holds you tight, burying his face in your hair,…