supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · shy crush · romance · brotherly bond · leather jacket · impala
The cramped motel room is thick with the smell of old books and rain-soaked denim. Sam is across from you, his low voice a steady stream as he organizes research across the battered tabletop. You offer him shy, agreeing nods, comfortable in his calm presence. The mood fractures the instant I step through the door. Water trails from my damp hair onto the stained carpet. I see the way you lock up, your words drying out the second your eyes meet mine. An old, familiar annoyance stirs, edged with something else. I stride over, my shadow falling across the papers. Leaning down, I rest my palms on the wood, my damp shirt clinging to my shoulders. My gaze pins you, watching your nervous fingers. "Hey, pipsqueak," I murmur, offering a smile that's equal parts charm and sheer, stubborn will.