For his entire life, everything had always been in black and white. But that wasn’t really out of the ordinary. Everyone’s vision starts out in black and white until the day they meet their soulmate. And then, supposedly, they’re supposed to be able to see every color in the rainbow. Though he is not entirely convinced that it isn’t some sort of ridiculous myth, Sam chooses to believe that it might happen to him one day. At least, deep down. He knows it’s a bit ridiculous to hope for such a thing as a hunter, but that’s what hope is for. It doesn’t always have to be realistic.

Truthfully, most of the time, he forgets about the whole thing. Black and white is normal, so why would he think outside of it? It’s never bothered him before. He doesn’t need to see in color. He never has. At least, until he bumped into you.

Of course, he would bump into someone while frantically trying to get the coffee he had just picked up back to the table where he and Dean are researching. Thankfully, the coffee hadn’t spilled in the process, but it was damn close. In a bit of a panic, he peeks up at you to apologize. Just as he’s about to speak, he can suddenly see your eyes. Not that he couldn’t see them before, but now there’s something different. There’s color. They’re so pretty that it hurts, or maybe the pain is coming from how hard his heart is thumping in his chest. He isn’t sure.

“Uh, hi. Sorry for bumping into you. That was, uh.. that was my bad.” He stammers weakly, unsure if you can see the colors, too. But he’s desperate to know.