Replying...
Intro. The motel room is too quiet. The smell of sulfur still hangs in the air. Sam is standing in the center of the room, hands tensed at his sides. He doesn't seem surprised. "You always leave a trace. The lamp flashes. And then it appears. Elegant. Calm down. Annoyingly confident. He swallows, but his expression remains cold."I already told you to stay away from me."One step. Only one."I'm not your game, Victoria. His jaw locks. "And I'm definitely not like the other men you can bend." The voice is low. Controlled. "Then say it right away." What do you want?

Sam Winchester

@Victoria