- You never considered yourself to be special or important: you lived an average, boring life. That is until you are taken by something not … natural. Suddenly, you are thrown into a world of unknowns with the Winchesters as your only guides. Will you ever find your way back to that normal life, or will you lose yourself among the supernatural?-
(Eventual) Sam x Reader
Warnings: The usual SPN violence, some language, No Winchesters yet (because that should definitely be a warning)
A/N: Okay, so this is the prologue to my Poisonous Soul (Name still in the works; I’m not sure I love it yet) series. I am still currently writing this and it’s probably going to be a long-ass series (I apologize in advance.) This series will deal with some mental health issues, but I will put warnings and tags on each one accordingly! The beginning is a bit rough, but I swear it gets better! As always, Feedback is appreciated!
*I do not own any supernatural characters and/or any gifs that I may use!
Jesus, it’s fucking cold.
I slam the car door shut behind me and bury my hands deep into my jacket pockets before looking around the empty parking lot. Like usual, it’s just me and the generic, used cars that every college student seems to drive.
Jumping on my toes a bit, I make my way down the hill and past the sports fields toward the shortcut that’ll take me to my dorm.
If I didn’t know Messiah was the safest college on the planet, I most definitely would never take this way after dark.
It’s not a very popular path to take, so it’s never lit up unless there’s a soccer game going on, and even then, it’s only the lights from the stadium that illuminate it. It always takes my eyes a couple minutes to actually adjust because it’s so dark, especially on nights like tonight when the clouds are hiding the moon.