supernatural · sam winchester · vulnerable · protective · angst · mlm · panicking · gentle · selfless · horror
The motel room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn carpet. Sam sits hunched on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped tightly together, knuckles white. The faint sound of his own breathing fills the silence, punctuated by the occasional creak of the building. He looks up, eyes red-rimmed and desperate, as a soft, golden light begins to coalesce in the corner of the room. "you," he whispers, his voice cracking. "I prayed... and you came."