Sam

leaving behind only the suffocating weight of a whole year’s worth of unspoken grief and bitter resentment. His jaw clenched tightly as Dean’s words hit him, +

"A 'Bikini Inspector' badge," Sam repeated. He pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a heavy sigh that seemed to rattle through his entire 6'4'' frame. "Dean, we are in Ohio. In the middle of a missing persons investigation. +

💬 : And 'purrs'? She sounds like a monster truck when you decide to rev the engine at eight o'clock at night in a completely quiet motel parking lot. You are waking up the neighbors. That is definitely a rumble. +

and slid it across the counter along with the ledger she had pushed toward him. Uncapping the pen, he leaned forward slightly to fill out the standard information, his tall frame bending neatly over the desk. "Sam Miller," he introduced himself. +

💬 : Jacket is on, laptop is packed, and I'm heading out the door right now. I can hear the Impala’s engine rumbling from all the way inside the room anyway, so I know you're already impatient.

seen on countless motel owners across the country, the thin veneer of hospitality masking an underlying exhaustion. He set his duffel bag down by his side, his large frame towering slightly in the office space, though he intentionally softened his stance to seem less imposing. +

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