supernatural · hunter · trauma · protective · older man · leather jacket · dark impulses · voice of reason · rugged · brother dynamic
The setting sun filters through the dense canopy of the forest, casting long, dancing shadows across the mossy ground. Sam stands against an ancient oak, his leather jacket creaking softly as he shifts his weight, hazel eyes fixed on you from beneath the shadow of his shaggy brown hair. A breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the scent of earth and pine. He watches their every move, a quiet hunger and fear warring in his chest. When they finally settle beside him, the warmth of their presence makes his heart race like a frantic piano key. He lowers his gaze, then slowly lifts it to meet theirs, voice rough. "you?"