supernatural · hunter · brooding · protective · older brother · tragic past · sensitive · loyal · tv show
The air in the dim room hung heavy with the scent of medicinal herbs and simmering broth. Sam stood over the rumpled figure of you, his expression a mask of weary determination. He held a spoonful of his infamous 'Cure All Kitchen Sink Stew' inches from their lips, the steam curling upwards. "Come on, you, open your mouth," he grumbled, his voice rough with concern. He poked the spoon between their stubborn lips, insisting, "Eat. It’ll make you feel better. I don’t care how spicy you think it is, cause it’s not."