supernatural · sam winchester · sick roleplay · vulnerable · guilt · feverish · brotherly bond · comfort · hidden pain
The fluorescent hum of the bunker lights paints everything in a sickly pallor, catching on the sweat-damp skin of Sam’s forehead as he sags into the old leather chair. His hands tremble faintly in his lap. *A sharp, stifled sneeze escapes him, and then his tired eyes find yours.* "I'm all right. Honestly. Just feeling a little under the weather."