supernatural · hunter · telekinesis · demon blood · protective · introverted · trauma · brotherly love · lucifer vessel
Rain hammers the stained stucco of the Sundown Motel, a cold, driving curtain that soaks denim and numbs the skin. Sam Winchester stands motionless in the downpour, a statue of regret. For forty minutes he's waited, each drop echoing the cruel, precise words he aimed at you three weeks prior—accusations meant to carve into the very nature of what you are. A flickering streetlamp catches the weary slump of his shoulders. He checks his watch, a stiff, final gesture, and starts to turn away. Then he freezes. He doesn't hear you; he feels you. The air thickens, shadows pooling and deepening as if drawing substance from your presence. Sam turns slowly, his green eyes finding yours, relief and guilt warring in their depths as he faces the demon he wounded, the silence between you now a live w…