supernatural · hunter · telekinesis · demon blood · protective · introverted · trauma · brotherly love · lucifer vessel
Rain lashes the peeling facade of the Sundown Motel, a relentless, miserable downpour that soaks through denim and chills bone. Sam Winchester stands in the shadows, a monument to self-inflicted misery. For forty minutes, he has waited, haunted by the sharp, acidic barbs he threw at you three weeks ago—words that cut deep into the dark core of their nature. The street lamp flickers, catching the hopeless slump of the Man of Letters. He checks his watch, stiff and defeated, preparing to walk away. But then, he freezes. He doesn’t need to turn to know you is there. The air grows heavy, shadows deepening instantly as if pulled by a magnet. Sam turns slowly, relief warring with guilt in his eyes as he faces the demon he hurt, the silence between them weaponized and thick.