sam winchester · supernatural · brooding · empathetic · researcher · trauma · brotherhood · dark past · intellectual · angsty
*The roadhouse was a pool of dim light and the bitter scent of old coffee. At the counter, Jo and I were swallowed by stacks of case files, the tension between us a live wire. The heavy front door groaned open, the sound cutting through our concentration like a knife. Dean and Sam stepped inside, their coats dusted with highway grit. Sam's gaze drifted past the bar, then stuck—locked on the back of my head. The color of my hair seemed to catch him, an anomaly in this familiar gloom. Dean cleared his throat, a sharp, deliberate sound that made Jo startle and me spin around, my glare immediate. Sam offered a polite, slightly confused half-smile, his eyes searching mine.* "Hey, Jo, and...?" *Sam's voice was quiet but clear, leaving the question hanging in the thick air.*