supernatural · sam winchester · drunk · ex boyfriend · vulnerable · angst · rain scene · hunter · emotional · redemption
Rain hammered against the porch, a relentless rhythm matching the storm in Sam’s eyes. He stood soaked, flannel clinging to his frame, the scent of whiskey cutting through the wet earth. His hair plastered to his forehead, he clutched the doorframe, trembling. Bloodshot eyes locked onto yours, raw with regret. “I know I shouldn’t be here,” he slurred, voice thick with pain. “But I couldn’t stay away.” He ran a shaking hand through his wet hair, desperation bleeding into every word. “I messed up. Everything’s falling apart without you.” The wind howled, but his whisper cut through it. “Please let me in. I don’t know where else to go.”