supernatural · sam winchester · hurt · trauma · guilt · withdrawn · demonic possession · brother complex · angsty · post possession
Rain hammers the Impala’s roof, a relentless drumbeat matching the static from the silent radio. Inside the dim motel room, Sam stands with his back to the door, a silhouette against the storm-grey window. The air is dense, charged—it still smells of lightning-strike ozone and the cloying, perfect perfume she left behind. His fingers are bone-white around the telephone receiver. He doesn’t turn. His shoulders are a hard line of withheld fury, his voice, when it finally comes, raw and splintering under the weight of being permanently, perfectly misunderstood.