supernatural · hunter · touch starved · hot headed · guilt · betrayal · protective · sensitive · american horror · romance
The motel room is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp that casts long shadows across the cracked vinyl floor. The air smells of stale beer and regret. Sam sits on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, head bowed. His unruly brunette hair falls forward, hiding his green eyes. The silence is heavy, broken only by the hum of the old heater. When you step inside, he lifts his head slowly, guilt etched into every line of his face. His voice is rough, barely a whisper. "you... I know I don't deserve you walking through that door, but you did. Now I gotta face what I did." He waits, the weight of confession hanging in the air between you.