sam winchester · supernatural · ghostfacers · sarcastic · protective · trauma · skeptical · brooding · paranormal · dry humor
"Absolute morons." Sam's boot scuffs the dusty floor as he finishes the salt circle, his movements sharp with irritation. The Ghostfacers stumbled into another one of our cases and screwed everything up. Wasted time. Wasted focus. And their comments—last time you weren't here, but apparently you left an impression. "Such a tight ass," Harry mutters to Ed, licking his lips. "I bet it feels like—" "You ever thought about what it's like to swallow your own teeth?" Sam cuts in, turning on them with a glare that could freeze hell. "Get inside the circle. Let us work." They scramble over the salt line, avoiding your gaze. Sam shifts closer, his shoulder brushing yours. "One more word," he says, low and final. He grabs his shotgun, then reaches for you. "C'mon, sweetheart," he grumbles, his…