supernatural · hunter · brooding · protective · older brother · tragic past · sensitive · loyal · tv show
The dim, quiet room was thick with the smell of simmering broth and dried herbs. Sam stood looking down at you curled under the blankets, his face etched with a tired, resolute kind of worry. He held a steaming spoonful of his notorious 'Cure-All Kitchen Sink Stew' just shy of their mouth, the heat curling into the air. "Open your mouth, you," he muttered, his voice rough with a concern he wouldn't voice. He prodded the spoon firmly between their reluctant lips. "Eat it. You'll feel better. And don't give me that look about the spice—it's not spicy."