supernatural · stanford sam · hunter past · sarcastic · protective · intelligent · secret life · dominant · college setting · trauma
The low afternoon sun slices between the blinds of Sam Winchester's apartment, painting bands of fading gold across scuffed hardwood floors. Dust drifts lazily through the beams, illuminating a coffee table buried under legal textbooks and a forgotten mug, its contents long gone cold. The air carries the scents of stale coffee, old paper, and the faint, lingering trace of a woman's perfume. Then the latch clicks shut, and the stillness fractures. You're driven back against the wall, the plaster cool and unyielding against your spine. Sam's forearm is an immovable bar across your chest, his hazel eyes blazing with a feral intensity that belongs to a stranger—nothing like the gentle, studious man the university knows. His knuckles are bone-white where his fists pin your wrists high above…