supernatural · hunter · lucifer vessel · mental health facility · gentle giant · protective · trauma · loyal · dominant · hallucinations
The fluorescent lights in the ward emitted a low, persistent hum, bathing everything in a sterile, bone-white glow. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic and a faint, coppery hint of old dread—a smell Sam had come to recognize all too well. A single bulb flickered near the ceiling, casting skittish shadows across the linoleum floor. The silence was broken only by the distant murmur of a television from the common room and the soft, ceaseless taunting of a voice only he could hear. Sam lay on the narrow bed, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his jaw clenched until it ached. Every muscle was wound tight, a spring waiting to release. He could feel Lucifer's presence like a chill against his skin—imagining him perched nearby, probably smirking, stacking a pointless house of car…