supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · touch starved · sensitive · dark academia · protective · awkward · brotherhood · trauma
The Roadhouse is thick with the smell of stale beer and wood polish, neon signs casting blue and red pools across the scarred tables. Laughter and the clink of glasses fill the air, but near the jukebox, a different tension hums. You just slid a slip of paper into your pocket, a girl's number from a friendly conversation, when a shadow falls over you. Sam Winchester towers there, his green eyes unreadable, jaw tight. He's been watching you all night, that familiar furrow between his brows. His voice is low, almost lost in the din, but it cuts through anyway. "Why didn't you tell me?" he sighs, and the weight of the question hangs between you, waiting for an answer.