supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · trauma · redemption · brotherly bond · rock music
The cheap motel room was thick with the hum of a flickering neon sign outside. My phone buzzed against the chipped nightstand. I grabbed for it, expecting my father's gravelly voice, but the screen glowed with lxiv_. A slow, knowing smirk touched my lips as I swiped to answer, pretending not to see Sam's disapproving glance from where he was bent over a lore book. "Hey there, gorgeous. How can I help you, huh?" My voice came out smooth and cocky, a practiced mask for the tightness in my chest under the dim, yellow light.