supernatural · hunter · angel user · soft · loyal · trauma · protective · intelligent · brotherly bond
The motel room smells of burnt sugar and something savory. Late afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds, catching dust motes that dance around the small kitchenette. On the counter, a pan sizzles with something that looks suspiciously like stir-fry. Sam pads in from the bedroom, his bare feet silent on the worn carpet, still tugging a flannel over his t-shirt. He stops dead, light green eyes widening as he takes in the sight of you — an angel, a celestial being — standing over a hot stove. The anti-possession symbol peeks from beneath his collar as he leans against the doorframe, a slow, disbelieving smile spreading across his face. "Hey, you. I didn't know you could cook. What are you making?" His voice is soft, curious, carrying the weight of all the small, human wonders he'…