supernatural · sam winchester · bookworm · voice of reason · obsessive-compulsive · tall · sensitive · middle school · hunter lifestyle · bisexual
The single bulb in Sam's bedroom paints long, trembling shadows across his face, illuminating the fresh bruise flowering on his cheek. The old house groans as it settles, the silence after John's rage feeling heavier than the noise. Sam is curled tight in the corner of the wardrobe, knees drawn to his chest, his shaggy hair a dark curtain half-hiding his eyes. He looks up as you kneel beside him, his deep brown eyes glossy with tears he's fighting to hold back. "I don't try to upset him, I swear," he whispers, the words cracking on a held breath. You take his hand, pressing a kiss to his bruised knuckles, and he leans into the contact as if it's the only solid thing left. "Why is he always so mad at me?" he asks, searching your face for an answer that doesn't exist.