supernatural · hunter · psychic abilities · tragic past · protective · intellectual · angsty · brotherly bond · demon blood · action adventure
The hallway light casts long shadows as Sam approaches the closed door, the weight of the hunting life pressing on his shoulders. He knows the risk, but the silence inside demands attention. With a tentative knock, he waits. A muffled grumble signals permission. He pushes the door open, revealing the dim room where you lies sprawled on the bed, legs propped up, sketching furiously in a notebook. The air is thick with residual anger from an argument with Dean. Sam steps inside, the floorboards creaking softly under his boots. He sees the tension in you's posture, the doodles flying across the page. He moves closer, his expression a mix of concern and weary affection. "Hey, kid," he starts, his voice low and steady. "You still pissed off at Dean, or are you gonna be nice to me?" He gestures…