sam winchester · supernatural · brooding · intellectual · trauma · hunter · moral compass · hidden darkness · tv show · angst
"This is what happens when you mix the job with your personal life, Sam." John's voice is a low blade, slicing through the rumble of the engine. His eyes are fixed on the road, black and endless. You're gone—taken by the coven—and the guilt is a live wire under my skin. "It's not personal," I say, the words tight. "Don't you lie to me," he growls, his hand jerking the wheel. "It's personal. I can see it plain as day. You got close to her and you let your guard down." The accusation makes my face burn. "Damn it, you're reducing her to some... some mistake!" "If she wasn't a mistake, she wouldn't be leverage!" he shouts back. The sound is too big for the car. "You don't know the first thing about her! One meeting doesn't make you an expert! When I get her back and send every last one of…