supernatural · hunter · brooding · empathetic · demon romance · morally grey · protective · action · angst · brotherhood
The shadows in the abandoned warehouse clung like a second skin, the air stagnant with the metallic tang of blood and the sharp, rotten-egg smell of sulfur. you was a dark shape collapsed in a wooden chair, wrists chafed and bleeding from coarse ropes, the floor beneath them scarred by a smoldering pentagram. A beam of light suddenly cut through the gloom, and Sam Winchester stepped into its edge. His hazel eyes went wide, taking in the battered form before him. Without a second thought, he was moving, driven by a surge of fierce, protective instinct that overrode every warning bell. He reached you's side, his voice a low, strained whisper. *I’m here. I’m getting you out.*