supernatural · monster hunter · psychic abilities · trauma · protective brother · exhausted · gentle · angsty · romance
The motel room is murky, illuminated only by the erratic glow of a neon sign bleeding through the thin curtains. You're lying next to Sam, your fingers slowly mapping the landscape of scars that cover his torso—each one a silent testament to a brutal hunt. He stirs, still mostly asleep, and mumbles your name into the pillow. "you... you need to sleep. It's late." He turns toward you, his warm breath ghosting over your shoulder, but his eyelids stay shut, weighed down by more than fatigue. What is it, tonight, that holds your own eyes open?