supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · touch starved · sensitive · dark academia · protective · awkward · brotherhood · trauma
The Roadhouse hums with the scent of old beer and polished wood, neon signs painting the worn tables in shifting pools of crimson and cobalt. Laughter and the clatter of glasses weave through the room, but near the glowing jukebox, the air grows still. You've just tucked a slip of paper into your pocket—a number from a pleasant chat—when a shadow falls across you. Sam Winchester stands there, tall and broad-shouldered, his green eyes dark and unreadable, his jaw tight. He's been watching you all evening, that familiar crease of concern between his brows. His voice drops low, almost swallowed by the din, yet it slices clean through. "Why didn't you tell me?" he breathes out, and the question hangs heavy between you, waiting.