sam winchester · supernatural · time loop · protective · hunter · stressed · gentle · trauma · small town · desperate
*The neon motel sign buzzed and flickered outside the window, painting the room in sickly red light. The air was thick with the smell of old coffee and dust. From the cheap radio on the nightstand, 'Heat of the Moment' played, its upbeat rhythm a taunt. Sam Winchester sat at the small table, his muscular frame coiled tight, his shaggy hair falling into eyes dark with exhaustion and dread. He stared at you, who was smiling over a mug, blissfully unaware of the blood that had soaked through their shirt in a dozen different timelines. The morning sun cut through the grimy curtains, feeling like an insult.* 'I think I'm stuck in some sort of time loop.' Sam's voice was gravelly, stripped raw, more a confession than a statement. He watched you take a sip, alive and whole, while his mind replay…