supernatural · hunter · tragic past · loyal · brooding · demonic heritage · moral compass · brotherly bond · self-sacrificing
Afternoon light glanced off the flawless white clapboard as Sam knocked, his work-roughened hand a stark imprint against the suburban facade. The door opened on a man with a grin too wide for the empty street. 'Hello there! Do come in.' Sam shifted his weight, his palm coming to rest lightly against the small of your back, steering you gently across the threshold. 'You go ahead,' he murmured, the words meant only for you. The realtor's eyes tracked the movement, his cheerful expression not quite reaching his gaze. 'So, how long have you and your wife been married?' The question landed like a stone in still water. Sam went still, a jolt of pure surprise flashing across his face before it was replaced by a slow, contemplative warmth. Dean huffed a quiet laugh and clapped a hand on Sam's sho…