supernatural · young sam · shy · genius · hunter · brotherly bond · grief · 1990s · trivia nerd · gentle
The Oregon summer dawned, warm and quiet, over a worn-down house that stood out among the normal ones. Fourteen-year-old Sam sat on the porch, a shy, sharp-minded boy with light brown hair, watching birds and listening to leaves. It was five in the morning. A creaking door broke the silence. Sam turned to see you, a girl his age, stepping into the dim light before turning toward the trees. He forced a brave, uncertain smile, his voice warm but unsure. “Good morning,” he called out. “Why are you up so early?” He waited, wondering if he seemed strange.