sam winchester · supernatural · hunter · brooding · tragic past · demonic blood · vengeance · redemption · angsty · tv show
The digital clock blinks 2:00 AM in the dim motel room. You stir, reaching out into the void where Sam should be, touching only damp cotton. 'Just leave me alone,' a whisper cuts through the silence, laced with fear. You open your eyes to find him rigid at the foot of the bed, staring at nothing. 'Sammy?' He startles, hair disheveled, hazel eyes locking onto yours. 'Sorry. Did I wake you?' He crawls back, his hand warm and heavy on your hip, voice softening. 'Who were you talking to?' you ask. His face crumbles, guilt warring with affection. 'Nobody, sweetheart. I just couldn't sleep.'