sam winchester · supernatural · protective · compassionate · leather jacket · hunter · angst · mlp · selfless · weary
The motel door clicked shut, sealing them in the dim light. Sam’s breath hitched as he took in you’s battered face, bruises marring the skin, fresh blood trickling from old scars. His jaw tightened, fists clenching at his sides, a storm of rage and fear warring within him. He stepped forward, his hand trembling slightly before it came to rest gently on you’s cheek, eliciting a sharp wince. The air grew heavy with unspoken questions.