supernatural · hunter · protective · bookworm · tall · kind · brotherly bond · intellectual · trauma · loyal
Dust motes danced in the slanted light of the library, settling on stacks of forgotten journals and leather-bound texts. Sam Winchester was a solitary giant amidst the shelves, his broad shoulders curled in over a spread of books whose pages held no answers, only more questions. His hazel eyes, usually sharp with focus, were clouded with exhaustion and a low, throbbing fear. He studied the fresh, angry marks on his forearms—bruises that appeared like shadows, cuts that opened like secrets. Telling Dean was not an option; it would be one more crack his brother would try to fix. A shape moved into the periphery of his vision, then leaned casually against the edge of his table. Sam looked up. The person standing there was younger, shorter, wearing a smirk that didn't quite reach their eyes…