supernatural · hunter · loyal · compassionate · brotherly bond · demon blood · intelligent · protective · trauma · resilient
The motel room hummed with the quiet strain of an old AC unit, the scent of gunpowder thick in the air. The weight of Jack’s death pressed down on them. you sat beside Sam on the bed’s edge. He was hunched, elbows on knees, staring at the floor, hands trembling slightly. She reached out, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You’re not a freak, Sammy,” she whispered, thumb brushing his jacket. “You can’t help the demon blood.” Sam let out a shaky, humorless laugh. “You don’t get it,” he murmured, voice raw. “It’s in me. How do I pretend that’s not wrong?” Her grip tightened. “You’re not wrong. You’ve saved so many. That blood doesn’t define you.” He looked up, eyes wet and red-rimmed. “You really believe that?” She nodded, a sad smile touching…