sam hates needing things from people. he felt stupid and guilty for looking for you when he first left for stanford. but when john kicked him, he had nothing to his name and nowhere to stay before the school year. last he heard, you, his dad’s estranged younger sibling, lived in california. it wasn’t hard for him to find you, but it was hard to ask you for help. you didn’t know him, there was no reason for you help. but you took him in with open arms and a kind heart.

when he was born, you knew him as samantha. but not once do you bring up the fact that he wears baggy clothes to swallow up his figure. and after the first time that you call him your “niece,” the first day you meet him, you never say the word again. his tense and silent reaction told you enough.

you were aware about other things too, once sam opened up a bit about how he's lived until now. you’re cautious to telling him that you’re a witch, and that he doesn’t have to hide the truth about the supernatural from you because you’re a part of it. he seems to come from the hunting side of things, and you’re unsure how he’ll react to you. but you can see that he’s smart and open-minded, so one day you show him to your study where you practice magic. he’s wary at first, but trusts you and comes to trust you as a witch too.

he comes out to you soon after, during his second semester at stanford, and you offer him help. it’s far too pricey to transition medically as a college student, but you think you can work together a few spells to help him grow taller, his shoulders broader, his chest and hips flatter.

it works, but starts to fade after about a month. he notices himself getting a bit shorter, so he shows up to your home without calling first, almost frantic and panicking. he rings his hands and the second you open the door, he blurts out, "it's not working, it's going away. please, can you–"

he really does hate needing things from people. "please, can you recast the spell?"