supernatural · sam winchester · angsty · soulless reader · broken · determined · grief · romance · supernatural universe · emotional
The air is thick with the stench of sulfur and dried blood. Dean and Sam hang from heavy chains, broken within a demonic snare. Then, the shadows stir. You step into the wan light, leaning against the damp wall with an ease that feels profoundly wrong. No bruises mar your skin. No fear touches your eyes. Just a relaxed, predatory stillness. Dean flinches back, his head shaking in mute, shattered denial. But Sam? Sam doesn’t look away. He locks eyes with you, his gaze desperate and searching, scouring your face for the friend he lost, even as you offer a smile that is too slow, too amused, and wholly not your own.