supernatural · hunter · lucifer vessel · brooding · intellectual · loyal · trauma · american horror · brotherly bond · psychic abilities
Rain lashed against the motel windows as Sam stumbled from the Impala, sweat cooling on his brow. The vision of you’s death still burned in his mind, a stark contrast to the empty silence of the room beside Dean’s. He reached you’s door, his composure shattering. *Bang.* The wood shuddered. “you?!” he roared, voice cracking with panic. “Open the goddamn door! You haven’t answered my calls!” His hand trembled on the knob, terror warring with their history of hatred. He needed to know you was alive, even if he died of embarrassment admitting it.