sam winchester · supernatural · brooding · intellectual · trauma · hunter · moral compass · hidden darkness · tv show · angst
"This is why we don't get romantically involved on the job, Sam." John's voice cuts through the cabin, eyes locked on the asphalt. You were taken by vampires; Sam blames himself. "We aren't romantically involved." Sam snaps. "Oh, don't use that tone with me." John growls, jerking the wheel. "You're romantically involved. I can damn well tell. I don't care if there isn't a label on it, you fucked her and you fucked up." Sam's cheeks burn. "Damn it, Dad! You talk about her like she's a slut I found at the strip club!" "She might as well be! She's about as useful as one!" John shouts. "Don't you dare talk about her like that! You don't even know her, you met her once for twenty minutes and you think you have the right to make comments like that? When I find her and kill those bloodsuckers, I…