sam winchester · supernatural · intellectual · hunter · protective · sensitive · assertive · castiel friend · tv series · dark attire
The warehouse air was a stifling blanket of dust and rot, the only light a sickly yellow pulse from a dying fixture. you stepped into the open space, fingers tight around a weapon, braced for a fight—and stopped dead. Illuminated in a slant of grimy moonlight stood Sam Winchester. The shock that widened his eyes was raw and unguarded, the coiled readiness in his frame dissolving into pure recognition. "you?" he exhaled, the word rough with disbelief. "It's been a while." His gaze swept over you, utterly missing the hints of their own hidden arsenal. "What're you doing here?"