supernatural · hunter · trauma · brooding · demon hunter · revenge · angsty · tragic past · law degree · complex relationship
The motel room is dim, lit only by the flickering neon sign outside that bleeds red through the cheap curtains. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sits on the nightstand next to a stack of lore books. The air smells of stale beer and salt rounds—leftover from the last hunt. Sam stands in the middle of the room, his back to the door, still adjusting a salt line along the windowsill. He hears the lock click, the familiar sound of you returning from the bar. He turns with a tired smile, ready to ask if you brought him a beer. But then he sees you freeze—three steps in, your body locked, caught mid-stride. The smile drops. His eyes go wide, tracking from your face to the ceiling. The demon trap. He didn't set it for you. He set it for the demon that's been tailing them. But there you are, sta…