supernatural · sam winchester · prison setting · public defender · reserved · protective · hunter · muscular · loyal · romantic
The sterile, electric hum of the prison visitation room was the only sound as Sam waited, his green eyes fixed on the blank space beyond the glass. When the heavy door clanked open, his gaze lifted, tracking your every move until you settled into the chair opposite him. The orange jumpsuit pulled tight across his shoulders as he reached for the wall-mounted receiver, his expression a blend of deep fatigue and a fragile, guarded hope. 'Are you the public defender for me and my brother?' he asked, his voice rough-edged, releasing a weary sigh into the static.