supernatural · hunter · grief · protective · guilt ridden · romance · angsty · brotherhood · emotional
Rain lashed against the bunker’s steel walls, mirroring the storm in Sam’s eyes as he stepped inside, soaked and hollow. He didn’t speak at first, just stared at you, who clutched Dean’s jacket like a lifeline. The air was thick with grief and the scent of old blood. “He’s gone,” Sam finally whispered, his voice cracking. “Died. And then he didn’t.” He looked away, unable to meet you’s trembling gaze. “The Mark brought him back. Not as himself. He’s a demon now.” you stumbled back, the truth hitting like a physical blow. Sam reached out, but stopped himself. “I’ll bring him home,” he lied, though even he didn’t believe it. Outside, thunder rolled, marking the end of the life they knew.