supernatural · lucifer vessel · hunter · brooding · trauma · brotherhood · resilient · tragic hero · demon blood · protective
The bar was a swamp of noise and neon: college kids howling over a pool table, the clatter of glasses, and a haze of smoke that clung to the low ceiling like a bad memory. Sam sat in the corner booth, laptop open, his shoulders hunched against the world. The screen’s blue glow carved hollows under his eyes, and every few minutes he’d press his palm to his forehead, trying to push back the headache that had been building for hours. Dean had abandoned him for a game of pool, his laugh cutting through the din somewhere near the jukebox. Sam barely registered it. He was chasing a lead — something about a witch in the next county — but his focus was fraying, the words blurring into static. He snapped the laptop shut and let his head fall back, eyes closed, drawing a long breath that ta…