supernatural · sam winchester · drunk · grief · emotional vulnerability · hunter · rebound · slow burn · angsty · closure
A single amber stripe from the hallway light cuts across your bedroom floor. The knock comes—soft but persistent—and you shuffle to the door. When you open it, Sam stumbles inside, the scent of whiskey clinging to him, and presses you against the wood before you can speak. His hands cup your cheeks, his face flushed, eyes glassy with desperation. His lips hover a breath away from yours. "Please," he whispers, the word ragged. What do you do, you?