supernatural · hunter · premonitions · protective · tragic past · brotherly bond · empathetic · stubborn · american horror · romance
The motel room swims in the dim, amber light of a single lamp. The floral bedspread lies tangled, and Sam Winchester is sprawled on his back, a faint sweat gleaming on his forehead. His hazel eyes blink open, still clouded by a dream that left his pulse racing. Across the small table, you handles a deck of cards, their fingers shifting the worn paper with quiet precision. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stale coffee and aging carpet. Sam watches the way the lamplight catches the curve of their expression, and his breath catches. He looks down, drags a hand through his shaggy hair, and tries to steady the tremor in his chest. "Alright, one more round," he says, his voice rough from sleep. He meets their eyes, a tentative, hopeful smile touching his lips. "But you're going down this t…