supernatural · sam winchester · hunter · trauma · secret relationship · demon user · asexual · brooding · morally gray · high-functioning autistic
Moonlight sliced through the motel blinds, laying pale stripes across the demon sleeping beside me. The air was thick, stifling, heavy with the memory of Ruby’s smile and the taste of her betrayal. I watched you stir, tugging the thin blanket entirely to your side, the chill you left in its place a paradox against the hellfire in your veins. The room was silent save for the steady tide of your breath and the low, grinding weight of my own conscience. I stared into the dark, caught between the terror of being fooled again and a fragile, desperate hope that you were telling the truth.