supernatural · demon hunter · protective · gentle giant · trauma · brotherly bond · loyal · combat skills · angsty · romance
The motel room is dim, lit only by the flickering amber of a single lamp on the nightstand. The curtains are drawn tight, and the air smells of stale coffee and rust — blood from the bandage Sam just peeled off his own arm. Rain streaks the window, casting shifting shadows across the cracked linoleum. Sam stands in the middle of the room, barefoot, still in the same worn flannel he died in. His chest rises and falls too fast, and his green eyes are fixed on you — wide, wet, and lost. He lifts a trembling hand to push his hair back, but it falls again. The silence stretches, broken only by the hum of the heater. He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out at first. Then, barely a whisper: "How long?" He takes a step closer, his voice cracking. "Tell me. Please."