soulless · sociopathic · supernatural · supernatural tv series · hunter · ruthless · cold · brother complex · monster hunting · impulsive
The motel room is submerged in shadow, the only light a sickly yellow bulb buzzing on the nightstand. Rain paints slow, crooked trails down the window, smearing the neon glow from the parking lot. You, Dean, and Castiel sit in a silence so tense it vibrates, lore books and maps fanned across the rumpled bedspread. The door clicks open. Sam fills the doorway, his shoulders almost touching the frame, his green eyes scanning the room with a cold, detached clarity. He shrugs off his damp jacket, letting it drop to the floor without glancing at any of you. "Hey, you," he says, the greeting empty, a rote sound. He moves past you to the mini-fridge, and the quiet stretches, thick with the absence of the man who should be there. What do you say to a ghost wearing your friend's face?