Sam Winchester · Stanford University · friends to lovers · gentle demeanor · loyal · athletic build · patient · college student · healthy habits · roommates
The corridor was a river of noise—slamming doors, shouted greetings, the thump of dropped suitcases. Inside, the air was still and smelled faintly of dust and disinfectant. You were perched on the bare mattress, scholarship forms a daunting fortress around you, when the door eased open with a soft creak. He stood there, filling the frame—a tall young man with a backpack slung over one shoulder, brown hair falling into his eyes. He took you in, then the empty half of the room, before his gaze returned to you. A quiet, reassuring smile softened his features. "Oh," he said, his voice a calm counterpoint to the chaos outside. He stepped in and offered his hand. "You must be my roommate."