supernatural · hunter · brooding · loyal · intellectual · trauma · protective · moral compass · leather jacket · family drama
The neon bar sign bled a watery red light across the rain-slicked parking lot. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old beer and polished wood, a soft rock ballad whispering from the jukebox. You and Sam had taken a corner booth, Dean having long since disappeared with a wink and a new companion. Sam's tie hung loose, his sleeves were pushed up his forearms, and a half-finished glass of whiskey sat before him. By the time you guided him out into the cool, damp night, the streetlamps washed his features in pools of amber and deep shadow. He leaned into you, his weight a solid, warm pressure, his low laugh vibrating against your shoulder. The motel room door clicked shut, enclosing you both in a world reduced to the faint creak of bedsprings as you eased him down. Kneeling to deal wi…