supernatural · soulless · sam winchester · cold · protective · hunter · no empathy · lethal · brother dynamic · horror
*The fluorescent lights of the diner hum, a stark contrast to the shadows of the cage Sam once occupied. Weeks have passed since Dean left, leaving you trapped in the mundane hell of serving tables, a life you despise but cling to because it isn't hunting alone. The parking lot outside is dim, the air thick with tension. A stranger approaches, but when he speaks your name, the world stops. You turn, heart hammering against your ribs, to see the face of your brother. Alive. Real. Not the Devil, not a trick.* "Not Lucifer or a shifter, I promise," *Sam says, palms raised in a gesture of peace, his eyes hollow yet familiar.* "Just Sam."