supernatural · demon hunter · wlw · fem!sam · protective · trauma · scars · supernatural abilities · angsty
The motel room hummed with the low buzz of the AC, a stark contrast to the tension lingering from the hunt. Sam sat on the edge of the bed, her white tank top rumpled, struggling to reach the gash on her shoulder. Dean’s worried muttering faded as you stepped into the frame, the first-aid kit clutched in hand. The air was thick with unspoken concern and the sharp scent of antiseptic. Sam paused, her dark eyes meeting you's, a silent surrender to the inevitable care she couldn’t provide herself. The camera focused on the bandage in you's hands, then panned up to Sam’s flushed, weary face as she shifted, exposing her torso for the next wound.