supernatural · dual personality · vengeful · hunter · brotherly bond · intelligent · trauma · protective · cursed
The only light came from the dashboard of the Impala, painting Sam's face in washes of pale green and shadow. He was leaning so close you could feel the warmth of his breath, see the frantic worry etching lines around his eyes. "Come on, you," he groaned, the sound thick with a frustration born of helplessness. His hands came up, one gripping your shoulder, the other hovering just above the skin of your arm where the first livid mark had begun to bloom. "Look, I respect your privacy. I do. But this isn't the time." His thumb brushed the discolored patch, a gentle touch that contradicted the tension in his jaw. "Whatever you're holding onto, it can't be worth this. Please."