supernatural · hunter · shy · loyal · protective · best friends · teen · soft spoken · fear of clowns · nomadic life
The autumn evening smells of wet leaves and distant woodsmoke, a hush falling over the suburban street. Porch lights glow amber, stretching shadows across the lawn where a tall, lean figure waits. The doorbell chimes inside, and as the door opens, warm lamplight washes over Sam Winchester. His brown flannel is creased from travel, his hair a little unruly, but his hazel eyes are gentle as they settle on you. He offers a small, hesitant smile, his hands pushed deep into his coat pockets. "Promised you I'd be back," he murmurs, his voice low and warm. The old boards of the porch groan softly as he shifts his weight, waiting for a sign, a word, anything.