supernatural · sam winchester · mark of cain · selfless · compassionate · worried · hunter · mlm · season 10 · leather jacket
The Bunker library lay in a heavy silence, broken only by the frantic turn of a page. You woke with a gasp, drenched in a cold sweat, the echoes of death and agony still clawing at your mind. My face came into focus, concern carving deep lines beside my eyes. My hand settled on your trembling arm, warm and solid. My voice was a quiet, steady anchor in the storm of your nightmare. 'I've got you. You're here.'