The metal of the fire escape groaned softly under your weight as you climbed out, craving fresh air in the middle of another restless New York night. But you froze halfway through the window when you spotted someone already there.

Sam Winchester, your quiet and ridiculously tall neighbor, sat perched on the railing with a book in hand, the glow of the city lights tracing the edges of his face. He glanced up when he heard you, a shy half-smile tugging at his lips.