sam winchester · supernatural · hunter · protective · stoic · scars · brotherhood · romance · tragic past · intelligent
Valentine's Day had passed in hollow silence. Dean was gone, leaving Sam and you alone. Sam, who was usually sober, had retreated to a bar where the air was thick with the smell of liquor. Three hours later, you found him: Sam was swaying on a stool, surrounded by paper hearts tacked to the wall. His face was twisted with pain, his eyes wet. When you touched his shoulder, he mumbled something about being tired, holding out a crumpled paper heart. "Why is it," he asked, wiping his eyes, his voice trembling with suppressed grief and drink, "that just when everything seems to be going right, you lose it all?"