This Is My Design.

My name is Will Graham. I'm a teacher and special investigator for the FBI. I live in Virginia with my seven dogs. Independent RP blog and fan blog of Will Graham from NBC's Hannibal

[thehuntersamwinchester]

Summer Lovin'

[thehuntersamwinchester]

Sam bit his lip at the others laugh, still sitting still for a second longer than necessary even when the handcuffs were gone. “Uh, alright.” he said, standing up quickly and rubbing at his wrist as if he could still feel the chains there. “Hey, thanks for this,” he says, and gestures to the general table. “Well not for.. me being locked up. But I mean, uh.. I didn’t kill the guy,” he ends lamely, blinking hard and and internally scolding himself at his own wording. 

[empatheticimagination]

"I know." Will said simply in reply, and a smile spread on his face a second later as he turned to the door to open it and let Sam through.

[thehuntersamwinchester]

Summer Lovin'

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"College. Second year, Stanford. Studying pre-law right now. Me and some others from my class are out here during summer for more on field work and a better look into other aspects of the criminal justice system. We get to attend some classes and tour and stuff," he explains, and then makes a bit of a face at his handcuffs before laughing a bit. "I think I’m really getting the hands-on experience though."

[empatheticimagination]

College? He glanced down at the file, and saw Sam's age as nineteen, nearly twenty with the birthdate. He probably should have noted that, it'd slipped him for reason. He shifted in his chair and gave a soft laugh pointed downward. "Yeah, uh... hah. This is one way of getting some up close information." He rubbed his chin in thought. "Well, Sam, I think I got all I needed." He'd drawn up his profile of the killer before going in, and Sam didn't match even a single criteria. This would be fun to explain to the team on the case, but he didn't want to keep this poor kid locked up longer than he already had been unnecessarily. Will stood, produced a key, and unlocked the cuffs. "You're free to go."

[thehuntersamwinchester]

Summer Lovin'

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Sam catches Will’s gaze for a second when the other looks up, knowing he’s finally become a bit interesting to him, and he can’t help but be a bit pleased about that. He straightens in his chair enough to get comfortable and says “Well, I would’ve reported what I saw right after I saw it but the police came like, a minute after I arrived on the scene. I know that if I had called in I would’ve been brought in as some witness to question. At least I wouldn’t be handcuffed,” he says, and shakes his wrists a bit to note the chains. “I’m just hoping they don’t tell my school about this, really.”

[empatheticimagination]

He nodded thoughtfully. First person to discover the body was often either the most suspected or least, but it looked like Sam hadn't even the luxury of giving a testimony, instead being outright detained. He filed that bit of information as another plus for the teen's alibi. "You mentioned your friends having class. Do you attend a local school?" He looked like he was still in high school. Worry about having a juvenile record would be stressful, and Will's eyes softened in concern.

[thehuntersamwinchester]

Summer Lovin'

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"Uhm, no, they weren’t. They were at class early. I had class later," he explains, licking his lip and clearing his throat. He thought for a moment, then added, "Ya know this isn’t the way I would’ve wanted to be brought in for questioning."

[empatheticimagination]

"Then how would you have wanted?"

[thehuntersamwinchester]

Summer Lovin'

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Sam tapped his fingers on the table as he though over the question. He knew he wasn’t guilty, but the real real truth wasn’t exactly liable, it would take some wording about. “It was in the same hotel me and my friends were at, the uh, murder. When I was heading out I saw a door open and a window smashed, I just sort of walked in..” He says, realizing how stupid this story is making him look without all the actual knowing he had.

[empatheticimagination]

"Okay. Can you give me the names of your friends? Could they or someone else verify your alibi? It would just look much easier for you, that's all." He felt the need to be extra calming and kind with this kid for some reason. Possibly because his profiler side had already verified this guy wasn't the killer, and he really wanted him to back that up with some hard evidence, and possibly because he generally cared about making this as easy for this innocent boy as he could.

[thehuntersamwinchester]

Past and Present Illusions

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Sam chuckles at Will, stepping into his space and shifting his hand so that they could hold each others without it being awkwardly between them. He kisses Will as he leans down into him, a simple press of their chapped lips. “So do I get to see naked baby photos too?” He asks. “Oooor is it too soon?”

[empatheticimagination]

He closes his eyes and smiles slightly through the kiss, exhaling slowly as Sam pulled away and taking his time reopening his eyes. "Hah- uh, no, I don't think you can graduate from pre-pubescent to infant so soon." He teased back.

[thehuntersamwinchester]

Summer Lovin'

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"Yeah, no, I get it," Sam assured the guy with an easy smile he always used to cool the tension between new people. He leaned back in his hard metal chair, biting his lip as he took the other in. Graham wasn’t really looking at him much, which wasn’t a downer, it definitely gave Sam ample time to look at him without making it weird. 

The older man looked warm, slightly worn but clean, and Sam didn’t have to be told not to be nervous because this guy was far too easy for him to feel comfortable around, but maybe that was the whole point. 

"Uhm, so what do I say? Or, uh, do you ask questions?"

[empatheticimagination]

"Well uh, to start I just want to hear your side of the story. All we know is that you were found at the scene, so what were you doing there?"

[thehuntersamwinchester]

Summer Lovin'

Sam didn’t really like Quanitco anymore. The food was decent, the weather was alright, it was nice to get out of California for a bit, especially with all his friends in his class. But Quantico’s holding cells? Yeah they could use an upgrade. He had to have been there for over an hour before they moved him over to a small interrogation room, handcuffing him to the table and sitting him in a chair that couldn’t be moved from the ground. 

He sighed and shook his head to try and fix his hair without touching it. He really couldn’t blame anyone but himself for all this. He had gone and stuck his nose in the old family business and this is what he got. This is what he always used to get and this is why he left it behind. No wonder he’d never go back. He should’ve just called Dean and told him his suspicions and had him tell dad so they could take care of it. But instead he was stupid.

He turned his head when the door at the other side of the room opened, peeking over as far as he could to see who would come in.

[empatheticimagination]

He'd left the field long behind him in favor of this teaching post - less action, less social demand, at least to him. "No stomach for pulling the trigger," they'd said. Then there was the screening procedures… whole other problem right there. Yet, he still got regular calls for profiling consulting. No proper fieldwork, but questions, the occasional file, the request for advice. 

"Mr. Graham? A large bunch of our profilers are out on cases. Mind taking a look at this one to help the staff?"

He took the file and went through it, taking the time to build up a picture of what was going on. It was simple enough, even without witnessing the scene firsthand. Another officer started to ask for his take before going to interrogation, but Will mumbled his reasons why he should conduct it, and they allowed him to enter. After all, if unsociable Will Graham felt it was important he do it, there must be good cause.

Will pushed open the door to the tiny room, file in hand. 

"Sam Winchester? I'm Will Graham. Hi." he slowly moved to sit in the chair opposite the handcuffed boy. "Sorry for the wait, I got asked to step in last minute. I know this isn't the most comfortable environment, but you can relax... I just want to hear direct from you what happened."

[thehuntersamwinchester]

Past and Present Illusions

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Sam laughed, loud and playful as he took Will’s hand in his, shaking it like it was some sort of business meeting. “Sam Winchester. I don’t like being called Samuel, or Sammy. I love really nice shampoos and different types of salads. I think clowns are creepy, soft rock puts me to sleep, I love dogs too, I own two laptops and can read an entire encyclopedia in a day. Oh and I like older men,” he says, with a teasing grin.

[empatheticimagination]

He nodded firmly and let go of the handshake enough to make it a loose hand-holding, smiling. "Well if I ever had a type, Sam Winchester, I'd say you fit it perfectly." 

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Peace of Mind

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"We can have a white picket fence and a nice master bedroom with uh, cotton sheets, and real shampoo," he adds, laughing himself and feeling the soft chuckle from Will against his cheek, making his face heat up with comfort. "That’d be the day."

[empatheticimagination]

"Hah. Yeah." He smiled, kissing at Sam's cheek again. "We'll mark that day as a when, not an if." He drew back enough to slide his lips onto Sam's, touching his hand to Sam's opposite cheek and softly pulling him into the kiss.

[thehuntersamwinchester]

Little Reminders | Demon AU

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Will’s words look like they cause Sam to short circuit, and the demons eyes flash between black and the deepness of Sam’s hazel until settling back to the latter. “I-I-….” Sam starts, like he’s lost, gasping when he notices the holds he has on Will and promptly dropping it. “Will. Will, oh my god!”

[empatheticimagination]

Will blinked rapidly, his expression falling slightly. "…S-Sam…?" He immediately wanted to move, the sound of Sam's sweetness back in his voice causing his heart to leap with the desire to hold him close. But wariness jangled in his head and he could only look to him with desperate eyes. It couldn't be this easy, even if he wanted it to be. "Sam…" he whispered again. He slowly pulled his eyes down and lowered his head, clenching down on the fear. He had to keep it together, had to think. 

[thehuntersamwinchester]

Past and Present Illusions

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Sam nods as he swallows, looking back down at the pictures and lowering his head so his smile isn’t as obvious as it is. He wipes the side of his hand over his mouth and then manages to say “Yeah, mine too.” Which in retrospect, he thinks, isn’t exactly uncommon, but knowing they have some random solid, normal fact shared between them makes him remember more of how these sort of relationships are really meant to work, and he looks at Will as if he’s suddenly able to picture it.

[empatheticimagination]

Will couldn't help but smile too, rubbing the back of his neck and looking down before his eyes flicked back up to meet Sam's. "It looks like we went a little backwards, huh?" He murmured, the smile still flickering around his face. He straightened and held out his hand. "Hello, I'm Will Graham. I like fishing and swimming and mechanics… my favorite drink is whiskey, but I can go for a good cocktail. I don't own a TV or computer and I really like dogs. I can cook decently and I'm pretty handy… I like to read, I can write. Um… I fold all my shirts and socks and I only own one nice jacket… I like my coffee dark and I don't like caramel." He smiled with a small tilt of his head in thought. "And… yeah, that's me, without lies or work or crazy... shit mixed in."

[thehuntersamwinchester]

Little Reminders | Demon AU

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Sam hummed deep in the back of his throat, fixing at Will’s hair. “Sam this, Sam that. Samuel Winchester is me now, honey. I can make and break him, I know everything he is. And it won’t be long before I get to prance out of here dusting your entrails off my jeans, crippling this boy toy of yours from the inside out,” he says, grabbing roughly at Will’s chin and shaking his face about, forcing his lips to pucker. “Now why don’t you say something sweet to me. To your Sam," he says, pressing the knife in close to Will’s throat.

[empatheticimagination]

He sucked in a breath, meeting the not-Sam's eyes with an expression he made blank immediately, staring back with hard eyes. He slowly let them soften as he took in Sam's face, forced now to look directly at him. It was almost enough to overwhelm him, to see that familiar face while feeling the sting of the cold blade on his skin. 

"I love you." he finally managed to get out in a hoarse voice, unable to think of much else.

[moteldays]

[reapersun]

wehhh Hannibal

i mostly just wanted to draw a gross deer

[empatheticimagination]

Coming Home To You | Will and Sam

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"Lighten up," Sam says, and nearly carries him over to the bed. He slides on top of him, kissing feverishly and pulling Will’s shirt out from where they’re tucked into his pants. His hands are working fast, gliding along under the others layered shirts and feeling up the skin of his chest, the newer scars, the old ones, and his mouth bites and digs into the spaces of Will’s neck.

[empatheticimagination]

His breath stutters in his throat and his heart barely had time to catch up in a burst of speed before Sam was on top of him, pinning him with that smothering warmth that came back to Will in an acute wave of familiarity. Three months was apparently enough time to dim memories to a degree that made Will clutch Sam to him tighter and kiss him with an edge. An exhale of relief left him at the feel of Sam's hands and his own slid around Sam's neck and pushed his hair back with gripping fingers, stretching himself out underneath the others' body. "Damn it... I've missed you, Sam. God, how I've fucking missed you." He mumbled, pressing upward slightly, seeking the closeness he'd been deprived of.

[thehuntersamwinchester]

Little Reminders | Demon AU

[thehuntersamwinchester]

"Don’t worry though, Sam really loves you. A lot. He’s very feisty about it," The Demon tell’s him, walking over and sitting himself very easily on Will’s lap. "All he does is talk about you. 'Don't hurt him', 'Get your hands away you bastard,' 'Give me my body back.'" He uses the flat of the blade to tilt the others chin up, angling it toward his own. "I can’t blame him. I don’t think you could either. I mean, come on stud, you can’t tell him you’re not a fan of bondage," he says, his free hand sliding up Will’s clothed chest.

[empatheticimagination]

He looked pointedly away, nostrils flaring with indignation as the demon settled itself up close and personal. Forced to turn back, his jaw locked and his breath exhaled hard. Against his will, a blush rose to his cheeks and colored him with warmth, shifting uncomfortably. "I can't tell him, but I can tell you." He muttered, his eyes desperately searching for elsewhere to look but he couldn't get away from Sam's face. "Sorry, but I'm a monogamous sort. I love Sam." He stated firmly, but it was also a return message, a reminder to the trapped Sam inside.