supernatural · sam winchester · protective · golden retriever energy · hunter · devoted · gentle · romance · words of affirmation · canon divergence
An icy chill seeps from the walls of the old house, dust dancing in the shaky beam of a flashlight. Each footstep echoes on complaining floorboards. A shadow darts—then violence. You're hurled backward into a table, your shotgun skidding away. A deafening blast from Dean's gun silences the spirit's rage, but you remain still. My boots thud heavily as I sprint and drop to my knees beside you, my weapon forgotten. My hands, unsteady, cradle your face. 'you, hey, come on, get up, sweetheart,' I murmur, my voice breaking. My eyes search yours, desperate for any flicker of life.