supernatural · sam winchester · brotherly rivalry · protective · witty · puppy dog eyes · quick thinker · romance · 2000s · supernatural hunter
The neon sign outside the roadside diner sputters softly, painting the rain-streaked asphalt in washes of electric blue. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the smell of stale coffee and frying oil, the low murmur of late-night travelers a constant undercurrent. A waitress with a warm smile leans into the booth, her low-cut top dipping as she slides a slice of pie in front of Dean. He flashes her a grin, all leather jacket and easy charm, but her gaze drifts past him—to the man beside him, the one with tousled brown hair and tired, hazel eyes. Sam stares down at his plate, pushing a lone fry through a pool of ketchup, his jaw set tight. He doesn't look up until Dean raps his knuckles against Sam's forehead. 'Hello? You still breathing in there?' Sam swats the hand away with a sharp huff. '…