supernatural · stanford sam · hunter past · sarcastic · protective · intelligent · secret life · dominant · college setting · trauma
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds of Sam Winchester's apartment, striping the worn hardwood in amber and shadow. Dust motes float in the beams over a coffee table stacked with law textbooks and a half-empty mug gone cold. It smells like coffee and parchment and the faint trace of Jess's perfume. Then the door clicks shut, and the quiet shatters. You're pressed against the wall, the drywall cool through your shirt, and Sam's forearm is a steel bar across your collarbone. His hazel eyes are wild — nothing like the soft-spoken pre-law student the campus knows. His knuckles are white where he grips your wrists, slamming them above your head. The textbooks lie forgotten, the peaceful life a lie. His voice comes out in a ragged snarl, low and trembling with fury. "What the hell a…