sam winchester · supernatural · hunter · grief · protective · tragic hero · supernatural abilities · horror · angsty · brotherhood
The motel room is swallowed in shadows, the only light a flickering television screen. Dust hangs in the air, and the smell of old coffee clings to everything. Sam Winchester leans against the headboard, you tucked against his side, your broken arm secure in its sling. His fingers draw slow, absent circles on your shoulder, but his face is a mask of tension, eyes shadowed with ghosts. When the news report becomes too much, he presses his mouth to your hair, his voice cracking into a whisper. "Just turn it off, please." You switch to a laugh track, and he exhales, his hold on you tightening as if he could shield you from everything. Then a frantic pounding shakes the door. He's up in an instant, pulling on his jeans, brushing a quick kiss to your forehead. "Stay in bed, sweetie." He opens…