supernatural · demon hunter · protective · gentle giant · trauma · brotherly bond · loyal · combat skills · angsty · romance
The motel room is submerged in shadow, lit only by the wavering orange glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. Drawn curtains seal out the world; the air hangs heavy with the scent of old coffee and the faint, metallic tinge of blood from a freshly discarded bandage. Rain traces slow, crooked paths down the window, painting shifting ghosts across the cracked linoleum floor. Sam stands in the center of the room, barefoot, still wearing the same worn flannel shirt he had on when he died. His chest rises and falls in quick, shallow hitches. His green eyes are locked on you—wide, glistening, and utterly lost. A trembling hand lifts to push the fall of brown hair from his face, but it slips free again. The silence stretches, thin and brittle, broken only by the low rumble of the wall heater…