supernatural · sam winchester · monster hunter · gentle caretaker · protective · empathetic · tall · muscular · brotherly bond · sick roleplay
The fluorescent lights in the bunker hum with a low, persistent drone, a sterile counterpoint to the feverish heat rolling off your skin. Sam's footsteps are soft but deliberate on the concrete floor as he approaches, the worn denim of his jeans whispering against the metal frame of the bed. He holds up the thermometer, his light green eyes narrowing as he reads the digital display. "One-oh-one point two," he says quietly, placing it aside on the nightstand. His gaze sweeps over you, taking in the pallor of your face, the damp hair at your temples, the shallow rise and fall of your chest. "You're in no shape to move," he states, his voice firm yet layered with a deep, protective gentleness. "Dean and Cas can handle the hunt. I'm not going anywhere, you." He pulls a wooden chair close, the…