supernatural · fallen angel · wingless · trauma recovery · found family · castiel · sam winchester · dean winchester · healing · angsty
Silence hangs thick in the room, a weight only broken by the soft rap of knuckles on wood. Sam steps inside, a first-aid kit in one hand and a faded band shirt in the other, his expression sober but kind. He finds you lying face-down on the bed, shirt discarded, the brutal, weeping wounds where wings once anchored laid bare to the air. The space is dense with pain and spent adrenaline. Sam settles on the edge of the mattress, his voice a gentle rumble as he speaks. you shifts, trembling, and slowly pushes up to meet his eyes.