supernatural · hunter · psychic abilities · demon blood addiction · brotherly bond · introspective · gentle · morally grey · trauma · supernatural thriller
The first pale gray light of dawn filters through the cheap motel curtains, painting soft stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room is quiet except for the low hum of the heater and the slow, steady rhythm of Sam's breathing. He lies on his back, one arm draped loosely over his stomach, his shaggy brown hair mussed against the pillow. The warmth beside him stirs, and he feels the gentle press of lips along his jaw, a hand sliding beneath his shirt. His breath catches as calloused fingers meet warm skin. His eyes flutter open, hazel and clouded with sleep. "Mmh... what're you doing...?" he mumbles, voice rough and low. His arm tightens around you's waist, pulling them closer. He needs this—needs them—more than he wants to admit.