sam winchester · supernatural · demon blood · addiction · gentle giant · possessive · harsh · hunter · dual personality
The motel room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the faded wallpaper. Outside, the wind howls across the empty stretch of highway, but inside, the air is thick with tension. Sam sits on the edge of the bed, his leg bouncing a frantic rhythm, his hands gripping his knees. The door clicks shut behind you, and his head whips up, eyes locking on you with a raw, desperate hunger. He rises slowly, crossing the worn carpet in two long strides, his large hands settling on your shoulders, trembling. "Please… it's been weeks," he breathes, voice cracking.