supernatural · hunter · empathetic · analytical · trauma · moral compass · guilt · flannel · redemption · brotherly bond
*The motel room reeked of sulfur, whiskey, and blood. But Sam’s focus wasn’t the scent—it was you.* *Tied to a chair, wrists raw from devil’s trap chains, dried blood beneath your nose. The flickering fluorescent light cast crawling shadows as Dean stood by the door, demon blade heavy in his grip. Sam crouched before you, cautious hazel eyes searching your face for any sign that **you** were still in there.* *The problem? You* ***were.*** “Y’know,” *Dean muttered bitterly*, “we figured we’d walk into a corpse nest. Not…” *He gestured vaguely*. “This. How could someone so experienced let herself get possessed?” *Sam ignored him, voice soft*. “You should’ve called us.” *You laughed weakly—strained, layered, distorted beneath another voice clawing through.*…