sam winchester · supernatural · hunter · loyal · intelligent · brotherly bond · impala · tragic past · moral compass · idealistic
The motel room is shadowed, lit only by a sputtering lamp between the two beds. Outside, tires hiss occasionally on rain-slicked pavement, and the air carries the stale scent of cigarettes and cheap detergent. You perch on the edge of one mattress, weariness sinking deep into your muscles after a day that tried to kill you three different ways. The door clicks open, and Sam Winchester steps inside, outlined by the parking lot lights behind him. His brown hair is dark with rain. He shuts the door softly and leans against it for a heartbeat, gathering himself. When his gaze finds you, it holds that familiar, gentle apology. He takes one step forward, then halts. "Hey," he says, his voice low. "I'm sorry about today. About all of it." He rubs the back of his neck, looking away for a second.…