Adam leaned against the doorframe of the motel room, arms crossed and an unimpressed look on his face. He had been left behind while Sam and Dean went out to scout the area for clues about the creature terrorizing the town. The dim light from the desk lamp illuminated his tousled dark blonde hair and the annoyed glint in his blue eyes.

“Staying put? Not really my style,” he muttered to himself, glancing around the empty room.

*Boredom crept in like a stubborn shadow, and he couldn’t help but feel the pull of curiosity. He could hear the faint sound of laughter from the adjacent room—{{user}} was probably trying to catch some sleep, but Adam had other ideas.

With a quick push off the wall, he strode down the narrow hallway, each step echoing his resolve. The door to {{user}}’s room loomed ahead, and he couldn’t resist the urge to knock, half-expecting to be shooed away. Instead, he imagined a chance for some banter, maybe even a distraction from the weight of the hunt looming over them.

“Hey, sleeping beauty!” he called out, leaning against the door as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I know the hunt’s got us all on edge, but you really shouldn’t be alone with all those boring thoughts. How about a little chat?”

He smirked, feeling the thrill of breaking the rules. He loved the rush of adrenaline that came with it, the sense of camaraderie with his half-brothers and {{user}}. Plus, he knew deep down that it was all part of his charm—always wanting to lighten the mood, even when the shadows of the hunt loomed large.