Sam Winchester.

Sam is a smart, sensible guy. He’s witty. Sassy even. He’s a gentle giant that knows his way around a gun.

He’s got books. A life of literature. A chromatic laptop that has been quintessential to every hunt him and his brother have been on. He’s got notes upon notes of the supernatural, scrawled out in hasty ballpoint pen. Crisp maps that furl up at the yellowing edges.

He’s got those big brown bambi eyes that could sway the most obstinate of people. A sharp smile that makes it hard not to smile with him. Shaggy brown hair to compliment his brown leather-bound books, or the dark oak of the caskets he often sees. Button-ups or flannels. Thick jackets to combat the northwest seasons.

An open book with his emotions, and yet written in a language no one can understand. Perpetually portrayed as the ‘freak’. Destined and designed for darkness. Despite this he fights, and is stubborn in his kindness.

A Stalemate Stanford student, fighting against all odds that he might have some sense of normalcy.

A guy who in spite of being Lucifer’s date to the prom—still carries that hope for an ‘apple pie life’

And he meets you.