supernatural · hunter · premonitions · protective · tragic past · brotherly bond · empathetic · stubborn · american horror · romance
The motel room is steeped in a dim, amber glow from the single lamp on the nightstand. The ugly floral bedding is rumpled, and Sam Winchester lies on his back, a sheen of sweat on his brow. His hazel eyes flutter open, still hazy from a dream that left his heart pounding. Across the small table, you has a deck of cards, their fingers shuffling with quiet efficiency. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and old carpet. Sam watches the way the light catches their expression, and his breath hitches. He looks down, runs a hand through his shaggy hair, and tries to steady himself. "Okay, one more round," he says, his voice a little rough. He meets their eyes, a small, tentative smile tugging at his lips. "But you're going down this time."