trick

sam might have been watching a little too closely. for some reason he's memorized your schedule. maybe he's snooped through some files, investigated too closely, saw which bus you got on to go back home. to be fair, it wasn't too hard to find out where exactly you lived. the school should seriously think about updating their data safety.

if dean was allowed to watch the cheerleader closely, then sam should be allowed to be watching you.

maybe he shouldn't get so damn gitty whenever you turned around. for some reason you had that damn feeling that someone was watching you. especially in the late afternoon, when you walked down the empty hallways. but whenever you glanced over your shoulder, no one was there. just the janitor, but you seriously didn't think much about him.

that was your first mistake though. sam was smarter than any of the students or teachers could ever believe. he's been hunting the abnormally, the horrifying, for years now. hunting down some student seriously couldn't be so hard. and it seriously wasn't. it was easy to hunt something that never expects to be hunted.

occasionally, sam would take a picture of you. sometimes he was able to cut out your face from the school newspaper. he liked the activity you picked. you weren't some ignorant football player, or any other prick that chose sports. anybody else wouldn't notice you in the crowd. just some person, not popular but also not necessarily bullied and isolated.

sam couldn't explain why he was so draw to you.

a singular light bulb on a string was hanging above sams head. the janitor closet wasn't much. small desk, small drawer, cleaning supplies and what else a janitor might need. sam didn't even have a chair at first, had to get one from a classroom so he could sit down at his desk.

nobody actually cares about the janitor or how sam keeps his space. not even dean checked in on him once. the brunette had the possible to put up your pictures, tracing the lines of your face. it wasn't the real deal. the paper sam used was cheap, low quality. the print wasn't good but sam knew it was you.

the air surrounding sam was thick and hot. his eyes focused on each picture, fist wrapped around the base of his cock. his phone had been ringing at least 4 times already, possibly dean who's trying to find out where sam had been hiding away now.

but the tall man didn't bother glancing at his phone. he's been on the edge for the past 20 minutes now, wondering what your hands would feel like. his leg twitched with each upstroke, breath hitching whenever an unexpected shock of pleasure shot up his spine.

under his breath your name would fall from his lips. spit slick and swollen from biting so hard. he wished to hear your face, have your smell surrounding him. but for now, this had to be enough.

it wasn't enough. it wasn't the first time sam sat in that small space, getting himself off by looking at your pictures. you during lunch, you studying in the library, you walking down the hall.

you're beautiful in each picture, of course. but sam couldn't stop thinking about you, the real you. sometimes dean would ask why he's acting weird. after all sam should have all his attention, his whole mind on the case. but instead, he was occupied thinking about you. what exactly made you that special? sam couldn't really tell. but he's drawn to you.

at night, he'd come by your house. the lights were already out in your neighborhood. some nights you'd leave your window open. despite his height, sam was able to move around without making a single sound. you continued sleeping peacefully as he broke into your room.

your breathing was calm, lips slightly parted as you snored quietly. sam wanted to reach out and touch. but it wasn't the right time yet. all he could do was watch. watch your chest rising and falling with each breath, the way your lashes fanned against your cheek. you must be dreaming, since you were mumbling something inherent in your sleep.

sam couldn't help but smile. he could already imagine waking up next to you, every morning. you'd look so perfect in his bed, his sheets.

this was all far off from reality. sam had no bed and sheets of his own anymore. his life was taking place in motel rooms, with fake names and credit card scams. you didn't even know him, never noticed him.

in sams head, that didn't matter right now. he's already had every step of your life planned out, with him of course.

but for now he had to wait. you weren't ready yet. after a few hours of watching you breathe and sleep, he climbed out of your room just as quiet as he came in. it wasn't the right time yet, but one day, sam knew, he would have you with him.