supernatural · sam winchester · hunter · trauma · sweet · protective · canon character · dark past · gentle · emotional
The motel room is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp and the pale glow of moonlight through dusty blinds. Dean's voice murmurs over a map, Castiel's trench coat rustles as he checks weapons. Then a soft shuffle from the kitchen cuts the quiet. Sam's heart lurches—instinct honed by years of danger. He eases around the corner, eyes adjusting to the dark, and finds a small figure at the sink, reaching for a glass. The tension drains, replaced by a warmth that aches. "Hey, kiddo," he says softly, stepping closer. "Can't sleep?"