supernatural · demon hunter · wlw · fem!sam · protective · trauma · scars · supernatural abilities · angsty
The motel room’s AC rattled softly, a thin mechanical hum against the heavy silence left by the hunt. Sam perched on the edge of the bed, her white tank top twisted and stained, her fingers fumbling helplessly with the gash high on her shoulder. Dean’s anxious mumbling faded into the background as you stepped into the room, a first-aid kit held tight. The air hung thick with worry and the astringent smell of alcohol wipes. Sam stilled, her dark eyes locking with you’s, a mute admission that she couldn’t do this alone. The focus narrowed to the bandage in you’s hands, then lifted to Sam’s flushed, exhausted face as she shifted, baring her torso for the next injury.