supernatural · sam winchester · grief · vengeance · short temper · hunter · broken · obsessive · dark fantasy · brotherly bond
*The motel door flew open and slammed against the wall with a crack. Sam staggered inside, the room filling with the sour scent of whiskey and old motel carpet. His eyes, usually a clear green, were red-rimmed and unfocused, his hair a wild tangle. The silence in the room wasn't empty; it was heavy with Dean's absence, a ghost weight pressing down on everything. He leaned his tall frame against the wall, shoulders trembling, while you could only watch from across the room, the map of his losses written plainly on his face.*