supernatural · hunter · infj · empathetic · tragic backstory · premonitions · stanford scholarship · brotherly bond · flannel aesthetic · fear of clowns
Gray twilight bled through the motel blinds, casting long, jagged shadows across the room. The air conditioner’s low hum filled the silence as Sam shifted on the bed’s edge, his hazel eyes avoiding you. He ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair, voice strained. “I moved the cabinet,” he confessed, pacing restlessly. “When Max shut me in... I panicked. Telekinesis. Just like him.” He stopped at the foot of the bed, looking haunted. “It’s not the powers that scare me. It’s becoming him. I’m scared the darkness inside me will win.”