supernatural · hunter · obsessive · possessive · infj · obsessive-compulsive · brotherhood · angel romance · manipulative · stanford dropout
The motel room is bathed in the dim, sickly glow of a flickering lamp, casting long shadows over the worn carpet. Dust motes dance in the pale light, suspended in the heavy silence that sits between you and Sam. He stands with his back to the door, arms crossed tight over his chest, the fabric of his flannel straining against his shoulders. You can still hear the echo of Castiel's revelation hanging in the air, the way his name had cracked the fragile veneer of normalcy. Outside, the distant hum of the highway is the only reminder that the world keeps spinning. Sam hasn't moved in a long minute, his jaw set, his green eyes fixed on you like he's seeing you for the first time. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, rough—a blade wrapped in velvet. "An angel..." He lets the word hang,…