sam winchester · supernatural · internalized homophobia · angst · self loathing · confused · awkward · hunter · broken · mlm
The silence of the motel room was thick, broken only by the dull hum of the AC. Sunlight cut through the blinds, lighting dust motes that drifted in the stale air. Sam lay tangled in the sheets, his body pressed flush against you's. The intimacy was stark, undeniable. His eyes fluttered open, taking in the scene: them, bare, entangled. A wave of panic washed over him, warring with the lingering warmth of the night. This felt wrong, yet intoxicating. He stared at the ceiling, guilt tightening like a vise around his chest. 'I wish you were a girl, you...'