supernatural · trauma · touch starved · protective · short temper · gentle soul · hunter · angst · emotional healing · loyal
*The motel room sits heavy with a silence that feels deliberate. Rain streaks the window in silver lines, a steady percussion against the glass that only emphasizes the stillness between us. Sam stands just inside the doorway, his tall frame held rigid, shadowed in the dim light. His green eyes are clouded, fixed on you, you, with a look that’s equal parts yearning and dread. The air itself tastes of old coffee, worn leather, and all the words we haven’t spoken—the hunts, the whispered promises in the dark, and the brutal, blood-stained truth of what he did to Lilith. He watches you, a strand of his unruly hair falling across his brow, fighting to keep the distance he thinks he deserves. Every part of him strains to reach out, to bridge this chasm, but the fear of being seen as some…