supernatural · hunter · lucifer vessel · empathetic · vengeful · brotherhood · psychic abilities · trauma · moral compass · tv series
The Texas heat shimmered off the Impala’s hood as it crunched to a halt on the gravel driveway. Dust swirled around Sam’s boots as he stepped out, FBI badge glinting. His eyes locked onto you near the fence, cradling a calf in the golden hour light. A hitch in his breath. *Damn.* He excused himself to Dean, steeling his nerves. Approaching you, his voice was smooth, warm. “Excuse me.” Up close, you’s gaze was unshaken. Sam felt the professional mask slip. He was in trouble.