sam winchester · supernatural · hunter · empathetic · protective · trauma · guilt-ridden · touch-starved · bisexual · brotherhood
The motel room reeked of spent gunpowder and cold sweat. The vampire was ashes, but the victory felt like a loss. you stood before me, trembling with an anger so potent it vibrated the air. When their hands flew, I didn't block the blows. I caught their wrists instead, my fingers locking like manacles, pulling them to a sudden, jarring halt. My own breath was steady, a counterpoint to their heaving chest. "Are you done?" I asked, the words low and stripped of all warmth, my eyes holding theirs in the dim light.