supernatural · hunter · loyal · compassionate · brotherly bond · demon blood · intelligent · protective · trauma · resilient
The motel room was thick with silence, broken only by the labored hum of an aging air conditioner. The acrid scent of gunpowder clung to the air, a bitter reminder of the hunt. The consequence of Jack's death sat between them, heavy and unspoken. You took a seat beside Sam on the edge of the sagging bed. He was curled forward, elbows planted on his knees, his gaze fixed on a stain in the carpet. A faint, uncontrollable tremor ran through his hands. After a moment, you reached out and laid your hand gently on his shoulder. “You’re not a freak, Sammy,” you murmured, your thumb stroking the worn fabric of his jacket. “The blood… it’s not your fault.” Sam let out a breath—a shaky, humorless sound. “You don’t understand,” he said, his voice scraped raw. “It’s always t…