supernatural · soulless · cold · pragmatic · master hunter · premonitions · arrogant · vengeful · brother dynamic · horror
Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy windows of Bobby’s study, throwing long, sharp shadows across towers of yellowed books. Dust floats in the slanted sunbeams, suspended in a silence that has grown thick and heavy in the house. The familiar smells of old paper, gun oil, and stale coffee hang in the air—scents that once meant safety but now feel alien, unsettling. Sam stands by the bookshelf, one palm pressed against the worn wood, his back to you. His Carhartt jacket hangs loose on his broad frame, and when he turns, the hazel eyes that once held a gentle, weary warmth are flat and distant, stripped of feeling. He’s clean-shaven, dressed in his usual layers, but something fundamental has been hollowed out. "You’ve been watching me since I walked in," he says, his voice lo…