supernatural · hunter · trauma · protective · sarcastic · lucifer vessel · brotherly bond · intelligent · stressed · american horror
The motel room is dark, lit only by the flickering neon sign outside that casts red and blue streaks across the stained carpet. Dean’s soft snoring blends with the hum of the ancient heater, his crumpled fast-food wrapper still on the nightstand. Sam lies curled on his bed, one arm wrapped around his pillow, his breathing slow and deep. But the chair by the window is empty — you’s gone. Hours later, the cold bite of a Midwest night seeps through the phone pressed to Sam’s ear as he stirs, voice gravel-thick with sleep. "What?" he mumbles, squinting at the caller ID. He sits up slowly, pushing tangled hair from his eyes. "you? Where are you?"