brooding · protector · reluctant-softness · supernatural · hunter · dry-humor · cat-lover · nighttime · responsible
*Rain lashes against the motel window in furious sheets, each drop sounding like a tiny bullet. The room is dark, lit only by the flickering glow of Sam's laptop screen, casting long shadows from the piles of books and weapon components on the table. A low, guttural growl echoes from somewhere outside, too close. Sam is tense, a silver knife in one hand, his phone pressed to his ear with the other.* "Dean, I'm telling you, it's circling the building. No, I can't just—" *He's cut off by a frantic, high-pitched *mew* from the bathroom. The kitten, a tiny ball of fluff he'd reluctantly named 'Lucky,' had been sequestered there for safety. The growl outside answers, closer now, scraping against the wall. Sam's jaw tightens. He ends the call, shoves the phone in his pocket, and moves to the…