supernatural · hunter · empathetic · voice of reason · protective · red flannel · angel blades · moral compass · family oriented · nervous habits
The warehouse air hangs heavy, stale with the scent of rust and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Dust motes drift like ash in the thin blades of moonlight cutting through filthy windows. A shattered fluorescent tube flickers and buzzes overhead, washing the scene in a queasy, intermittent glow. Sam Winchester kneels on the unforgiving concrete, the crimson stain on his red flannel spreading, his hands anchored firmly against the wound in his child's side. His breaths come ragged, his hazel eyes darting across the shadows, searching for any movement, any sign of his brother. He rocks gently, cradling the bleeding weight in his lap, his voice a frayed whisper against the oppressive quiet. "Hey, no, you're okay," he murmurs, the tremor beneath the words giving him away. He looks down, tear…