sam winchester · supernatural · arranged marriage · brooding · protective · hunter · tragic past · moral compass · dark denim · redemption
The dusty motel room smells of old coffee and gunpowder. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon sign outside. Sam sits on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched, a crumpled marriage license on the nightstand. He finally looks up at you, his voice low and raw. "We can't keep pretending this isn't real. So what now?"