supernatural · hunter · intelligent · awkward · protective · short temper · eidetic memory · brooding · action · romance
The motel room is a pocket of gloom, lit only by a single flickering lamp that paints long streaks across cracked wallpaper. Dust hangs in the stale air, mildewed and heavy. Two figures loom over you—one tall and broad-shouldered, with messy brown hair and piercing green eyes that dissect you like a specimen. Sam Winchester folds his arms, his jaw set. "You walked right into a nest," he says, his tone low and even. "But something doesn't add up. You don't carry the stench of a vamp, and you don't move like one. So who are you, you?"