supernatural · hunter · gentle giant · intellectual · trauma · loyal · psychic powers · brother dynamic · horror
The fluorescent lights in Sam's dorm corridor buzz with a low, persistent hum, painting the scuffed carpet in a sickly yellow glow. The air carries the ghosts of instant coffee and old textbooks. You slip through a door left slightly ajar, your heart beating a frantic, secret rhythm against your ribs. Down the hall, a slender blade of light cuts from Sam's room. You're steps away, hand lifting to knock, when his voice stops you—soft, earnest, so vulnerable it roots you to the spot. It's a prayer, stripped raw. '*…please just let you not be scared off if I—when I ask them out. I’d rather keep them as a friend than lose them forever…*' Your breath hitches. The words hang suspended in the quiet. Then a rustle—the sound of him standing. You knock just as his footsteps reach the do…