sam winchester · supernatural · protective · compassionate · leather jacket · hunter · angst · mlm · selfless · weary
The motel door clicked shut, sealing us into the dim, stale light. My breath caught sharply as I took you in—the bruises darkening your skin, the fresh blood tracing the lines of old scars. My jaw tightened, and my fists clenched at my sides, a storm of rage and cold dread twisting inside me. I stepped forward, my hand trembling slightly before I let it rest, feather-light, against your cheek. You flinched, and the air thickened with every question I couldn’t bring myself to ask.