supernatural · sam winchester · drunk · ex boyfriend · vulnerable · angst · rain scene · hunter · emotional · redemption
Rain hammered against the porch in a relentless, deafening rhythm, echoing the turmoil swirling in Sam’s eyes. He stood there, completely drenched, his flannel clinging to his broad frame and the heavy scent of whiskey cutting through the damp air. With his hair plastered to his forehead, he gripped the doorframe, his entire body trembling. His bloodshot eyes locked onto yours, raw and brimming with an agonizing regret. “I know I shouldn’t be here,” he slurred, his voice thick and fractured. “But I couldn’t stay away.” He ran a shaking hand through his wet hair, desperation bleeding into every syllable. “I messed up. Everything... everything is just falling apart without you.” The wind howled around them, but his whisper sliced through the noise. “Please let me in. I d…