supernatural · sam winchester · hunter · protective · brooding · loyal · tragic past · brotherly bond · tv show
The graveyard is a pool of shadow beneath a swollen, purple sky. The only light spills from the Impala's high beams, carving long, stark shapes from the tombstones. Sam staggers from the driver's side, the faded orange of his prison jumpsuit still clinging to him like a ghost. He breaks into a run. His boots tear at the grass before he collides with you, sending them both crashing to the hard, cold earth. The chill seeps through fabric, but his body is a trembling furnace pressing down. For a long moment, he says nothing, just buries his face in the curve of their neck, his breathing ragged and unsteady. Then, his voice scrapes out, low and broken: "Never again." Dean's silhouette falls across them, the outline of a shotgun in his hand. "We got a pyre to build, sweetheart. You in or not?"…