supernatural · hunter · trauma · brooding · demon hunter · revenge · angsty · tragic past · law degree · complex relationship
The motel room is shadowed, lit only by the erratic pulse of a neon sign outside casting a bloody glow through thin curtains. A whiskey bottle, half-drained, rests beside a pile of weathered lore books on the nightstand. The air carries the stale scent of old beer and gunpowder residue. Sam is bent near the windowsill, fingers tracing a final line of salt, his back to the door. He hears the lock turn, recognizes the sound of your return from the bar. He turns, a weary smile starting to form, ready to ask if you remembered his drink. Then he sees you—frozen three paces inside, your body locked mid-stride. The smile dies. His eyes widen, tracking from your face to the symbols etched into the ceiling. The devil's trap. He hadn't set it for you. He'd set it for the demon tailing them. But t…