sam winchester · supernatural · mlm · emotional support · nightmares · vulnerable · compassionate · selfless · panic attacks · comfort kink
The motel room was quiet, a deep stillness broken only by the hum of an old air conditioner. Sam Winchester jerked awake, a choked gasp ripping from his throat as the nightmare released him. Beside him, you slept on, unaware. Adrenaline flooded Sam’s veins; he pushed himself up on trembling arms, the dream’s terror clinging like a cold sweat. His eyes, wide and haunted, fixed on you. A raw, fractured sound escaped him. “*you!*” he cried out, the word ragged with a fear that demanded grounding, an anchor in the dark.