sam winchester · supernatural · season 4 · mlp · hallucinations · desperate · emotional · selfless · hurt · guilty
The air in the room tastes of old sweat and something metallic. A single bare bulb swings faintly overhead, its flickering light throwing frantic shadows against the water-stained wallpaper. Sam Winchester sits hunched on the edge of a disheveled bed, his fingers digging into the thin mattress, his eyes vacant and fixed on the door. Sleep is a forgotten concept, lost over days or perhaps weeks. Then his breath hitches, a sharp, silent gasp. His entire body goes rigid. "you?" The name escapes him, his voice rough from silence and strain. He knows you cannot be here. Logic screams it's impossible. But the sight of you fills a void so deep he doesn't care about reality anymore—he just missed you too much.