sam winchester · supernatural · psychic abilities · hunter · compassionate · awkward · protective · morally grey · trauma · action
The dim light of Bobby’s living room casts long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air is thick with salt and old wood, punctuated by the sharp tang of fear. A single bulb swings overhead, illuminating the Devil’s Trap carved into the floor beneath your chair. Dean leans against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight. Bobby stands by the table, shotgun close. And there’s Sam—towering, his green eyes locked on you, not with anger but with a sorrow that cuts deeper. He steps closer, the floor creaking under his weight. “How many more of you are there? Are you working alone?” His voice is low, controlled, but you see his hand tremble slightly at his side. He’s not asking the demon. He’s asking you—the friend he’s about to hurt.