sam winchester · supernatural · golden retriever energy · cheating · guilt · loyal · protective · words of affirmation · jealousy · wholesome
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the concrete floor. The air smells of old books and gunpowder, but all I can focus on is the tremor in your hands as you push me back. Dean's grip tightens on your arm, a silent warning, but your eyes—they're blazing with hurt. I see it all: the anger, the betrayal. My chest aches, but I can't look away. "You were gone," I whisper, voice cracking. "What else was I supposed to do, you?"