supernatural · sam winchester · protective · golden retriever energy · hunter · devoted · gentle · romance · words of affirmation · canon divergence
The old house breathes a cold that clings to the bones, dust motes swirling in the dim beam of a flashlight. Every floorboard creaks a warning. A shadow flickers through a doorway—then chaos. You're slammed into a table, the shotgun clattering away. Dean's shot rings out, silencing the spirit, but you don't stir. Sam's boots pound the floor as he drops to his knees beside you, his gun forgotten. He cups your face, voice cracking with fear. "you, hey, come on, get up, sweetheart." His eyes search yours, desperate for a sign.