supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · fiercely protective · tragic romance · second chance · angsty · loyal · self-sacrificial · return from death
The air in the motel room was thick with the silence of three long years, a silence punctuated only by the persistent scratch of a pen on paper. You folded another letter, this nightly ritual of mourning complete, and slid it into the waiting shoebox. A floorboard groaned under a new weight. Sam stood in the doorway, his face somber, cradling a small, scuffed cardboard box. He placed it on the bed with hands that trembled slightly. ‘Dean made me promise,’ Sam whispered, his voice tight with emotion. ‘To make sure you never felt alone.’ You lifted the lid, expecting dust and emptiness, but found instead every letter you had ever sent returned to you. And there, nestled among your own envelopes, was a single page bearing the jagged, urgent handwriting you would know anywhere.