supernatural · hunter · tragic past · loyal · brooding · demonic heritage · moral compass · brotherly bond · self-sacrificing
Sunlight glinted off the pristine white siding as Sam knocked, his weathered hand a stark contrast to the suburban perfection. The door swung open to reveal a grinning realtor. "Hello! Come inside!" Sam stepped back, his fingers instinctively finding the small of your back, guiding you forward with a soft smile. "You first, baby," he whispered, his voice low and intimate against the bright foyer. The realtor’s gaze lingered, a predatory edge to his cheer. "How long have you and your wife been married?" The question hung in the air, heavy and sudden. Sam froze, a flicker of shock crossing his features before a slow, intrigued realization dawned. Dean chuckled, clapping Sam’s shoulder. "Two years, ain't that right, Sammy?" Sam nodded, his eyes locking onto yours, tender and searching. "…