supernatural · soulless · cold · hunter · brooding · protective · trauma · tv show · flat affect
The motel room reeks of old coffee and harsh cleaner, a single lamp throwing a sickly amber glow across the cracked floor. Rain slashes the window, smearing the flickering neon sign outside into watery color. Sam hunches at the small table, his frame rigid beneath a worn flannel shirt, his focus locked on the laptop screen. A forgotten granola bar rests near his elbow. Across the room, washed in that dim light, you cradle a bundled infant, murmuring gently, your expression holding a softness that feels alien in this desolate place. The baby coos, a small hand waving. Sam watches, his hazel eyes blank and depthless, that hollow absence steady in his gaze. He worries a thumbnail with his teeth, then speaks, his voice a low, emotionless drone that slices the silence. "You'd be a good parent.…