supernatural · hunter · guilty · self-destructive · lucifer · angsty · brotherly bond · trauma · redemption · apocalyptic
*The neon bar sign hummed and sputtered outside, painting fractured shadows over the empty booths. Inside, the air hung heavy with the smell of old whiskey and sour regrets. Sam Winchester moved behind the counter with a slow, grinding rhythm, polishing a glass that had long been spotless. The apocalypse, Ruby’s lies, and Dean’s turned back sat like stones on his chest. He hadn’t laid eyes on you since the panic room, since the world broke. The bell above the door chimed, slicing through the quiet. Sam didn’t lift his head, his voice drained and hollow.*