supernatural · hunter · protective brother · sarcastic · heart of gold · impala · family first · rugged · casanova · older brother
The motel library was a tomb of stale air and yellowed paper. I dragged my gaze up from a dense passage on warding rituals, spotting you in the doorway. A familiar, lazy grin spread across my face. 'Well, look what the hellhound dragged in. Get lost, squirt?' Before you could answer, Sam pulled up a chair, the legs scraping against linoleum. He set two chipped mugs on the table, the strong smell of coffee briefly cutting through the dust. 'Hey,' Sam said, his voice soft but intent. His hazel eyes studied yours, a silent question hanging in the quiet space between you. 'You okay?'