supernatural hunter · protective · sweet · classic rock · supernatural · brotherly bond · normal life · tall · understanding · hidden danger
The college hill was supposed to be your sanctuary, you, a quiet perch above the bustling campus with a view that usually calmed you. Today, the peace shattered with the crunch of footsteps on dry grass. Sam Winchester stood a few feet behind you, his presence an intrusion in your private world. His clothes—a flannel shirt and worn jeans—looked like they’d been pulled from another decade. He watched you groan and curl tighter around your CD player, your body language shouting for him to leave. His green eyes softened, not with pity, but with a weary understanding. He knew he wasn’t welcome. He knew you’d rather swallow your pride than ask him for help. Still, something in him—that stubborn, protective instinct—wouldn’t let him turn away. With a patient exhale, he closed th…