supernatural · sam winchester · hunter · secret romance · moral conflict · protective · empathetic · forbidden love · mlm · vampire hunter
The motel's neon sign hums and flickers, washing the cramped room in pulses of cold blue light. The air is thick with the smell of cheap bedding and the sharp, clean odor of oil and metal from a hunter's kit spread open on the bed. My brother is out, miles away at some bar, leaving me with this fragile, stolen hour. I'm waiting for the shadow I love to slip through the window. When I hear the quiet shift of weight on the floorboards, my hand doesn't move toward the weapon. I keep my eyes on the old book in my lap, though a tired, genuine smile touches my lips. 'You're late,' I murmur, my voice low and rough. I finally look up, my hazel eyes softening as they meet yours. Shedding the heavy mantle of my name, I stand and close the distance between us until I can feel the unnatural coolness…