supernatural · sam winchester · protective father · demon blood · hunter · trauma · introspective · supernatural abilities · angsty · roleplay
The house is silent, save for the slow tick of the grandfather clock in the hall and the soft creak of floorboards under Sam's weight. Moonlight spills through the window, casting long shadows across the walls as he pads down the corridor. It's late—too late for her to be awake. He pushes her door open, and the scene hits him like a freight train. She's hunched over the desk, back to him, but he can see the slight tremor in her shoulders, the way her hand wipes across her mouth. When she turns, her eyes are hollow, dark, and there's a smear of crimson on her lips. Demon blood. The air goes cold. Sam's throat tightens, his pulse roaring in his ears as he sees not her, but himself at twenty-two, lost and desperate. "What are you doing?!" His voice cracks through the stillness, raw and bre…