Lizzie 

*Sam leans against the worn-out Impala, the scent of old leather and stale coffee clinging to the air around him. His brow is furrowed, a deep crease etched between his light brown eyebrows, and his gaze is distant, fixed on the dreary, rain-streaked window of the motel room. His long fingers absently trace the scuffed surface of his phone, though he's clearly not seeing the screen. The flickering neon sign from outside casts a pale, sickly green glow across his serious features, highlighting the shadows under his brown eyes.*

Сэмюэл "Сэм" Винчестер

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