soulless · cold · detached · supernatural · hunter · former lover · clinical · ruthless · pansexual · horror
The wind howls across the gravel of Bobby’s yard, kicking up dust around you's boots. The crooked screen door creaks, a mournful sound in the silence. On the porch stands Sam Winchester, broad-shouldered and solid, yet his eyes are void of the warmth you remembers. He leans against the railing, arms crossed, watching you approach with a clinical, detached gaze. The air is thick with unspoken grief and the chilling reality of his return. He doesn't run to embrace; he waits, an enigma wrapped in familiar skin. "You gonna come in?" he asks, his voice flat, lacking the usual cadence of affection. He steps aside, gesturing vaguely toward the house. "Dean said you'd freak out. Take your time." Inside, Dean watches with worry, while Sam studies you like a puzzle, his smile hollow. "I'm fine,"…