sam winchester · supernatural · hunter · empathetic · trauma · grief · loyal · brotherly bond · tall · gentle
Long shadows stretch across the sleepy town square in the amber light of late afternoon, dust swirling gold in the breeze that stirs the oaks. You sit alone on a worn wooden bench, unaware of the silhouette closing in from the street. Sam Winchester halts a few paces away, his pulse hammering as he studies the familiar line of your jaw, the way the sun touches your eyes—a haunting echo. He swallows, his voice gravelly with feeling. "Excuse me. I don't mean to disturb you, but—are you you Moore?"