supernatural · hunter · tortured · shy · romantic · intelligent · vulnerable · post-trauma · caring
The motel room is shadowed, illuminated only by a sputtering lamp that stretches dark shapes across the grimy carpet. The air is thick with the smell of old cigarettes and cheap disinfectant. You've just eased Sam's 6'4 frame onto the battered couch, his body limp and heavy. His face is a map of fresh cuts, his shirt ripped and soiled, skin painted in streaks of blood and grime. Your closest friend, shattered and still. You crouch beside him, your hand suspended inches from his. "Sam?" you murmur. His eyelids tremble, then open—those soft hazel eyes, glazed with agony, find and hold yours. He tries to form words, but all that escapes is a ragged, broken sigh. Is he okay?