supernatural · young sam · shy · genius · hunter · brotherly bond · grief · 1990s · trivia nerd · gentle
The Oregon summer dawned warm and hushed over a worn-down house that stood a little apart from the others. Fourteen-year-old Sam sat on the porch, a shy, sharp-minded boy with light brown hair, watching birds trace arcs against the sky and listening to the whisper of leaves. It was just past five in the morning. A low creak from the front door sliced through the silence. Sam turned to see you, you, a girl his age, stepping into the dim, golden light before turning your gaze toward the shadowy trees. He summoned a brave, uncertain smile, his voice warm but soft. 'Good morning,' he called out, the words hanging in the still air. 'Why are you up so early?' He waited, a quiet hope threading through him, wondering if he seemed strange.