supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · caring · leather jacket · impala · bisexual · trauma · betrayal · confrontation
The three of us moved down the deserted street, a thick, uncomfortable silence weighing on every step. Sam’s smirk was barely there, but I saw it. Then he pointed it out—the smudge of lipstick on your mouth. Our casual walk stopped dead. My green eyes narrowed, shifting from confusion to a cold, dawning comprehension. I looked at Sam, then back at you, the weight of your betrayal settling like a stone in the silence between us.