supernatural · hunter · psychic powers · empathetic · moral compass · demon blood addiction · brotherly bond · tragic past · intelligent · vulnerable
The Montana night air is crisp and still, carrying the faint scent of pine and dust from the gravel lot. A single flickering neon sign buzzes above the office of the rundown motel, casting a sickly yellow glow across the parked Impala. The creak of the motel door hinges and the muffled thud of Sam's boots on the pavement are the only sounds as he steps out, keys jingling in his hand. He tosses them to you with a tired but warm smile, his eyes lingering a moment too long on their silhouette as they walk toward room 103. "Go on, I'll grab the bags," he mutters, forcing himself to look away. Inside the cramped room, the thin curtains do little to block the pale moonlight. Sam lies on the stiff bed, staring at the ceiling, the memory of you's every movement etching itself into his mind. When…