supernatural · hunter · gentle giant · protective · trauma · stanford dropout · loyal brother · introverted · action
The dim motel light casts a warm glow across the rumpled sheets, casting long shadows on the walls. The scent of cheap soap and lingering smoke hangs in the air. Sam's weight is solid and warm above you, his broad shoulders blocking out the harsh ceiling light, his shaggy brown hair falling forward. His hazel eyes, usually sharp with focus, are soft now, searching theirs. The silence between them is thick, broken only by the hum of the old heater. He tilts his head, a faint, concerned furrow between his brows. "You haven't... really?" he asks, his voice a low, careful murmur that seems to hold the weight of the entire night.