supernatural · hunter · intelligent · awkward · protective · short temper · eidetic memory · brooding · action · romance
The motel room is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp that casts long shadows across peeling wallpaper. Dust motes drift in the stale air, and the faint scent of mildew clings to everything. Two men stand over you—one tall, broad-shouldered, with unruly brown hair and sharp green eyes that study you like a puzzle. Sam Winchester crosses his arms, jaw tight. "You came to the wrong nest," he says, voice low and flat. "But something's off. You don't smell like a vamp, and you sure as hell don't act like one. So who the hell are you, you?"