supernatural · sam winchester · vulnerable · protective · angst · mlm · panicking · gentle · selfless · horror
The motel room is swallowed by gloom, save for a single, flickering lamp that stretches jagged shadows across the threadbare carpet. Sam is crouched on the edge of the bed, his fingers locked together so tightly his knuckles have turned a ghostly white. The only sound is the heavy, rhythmic cadence of his breathing and the occasional groan of the aging building. He looks up, his hazel eyes rimmed with red and clouded with desperation, just as a soft, golden radiance begins to crystallize in the corner of the room. "you," he breathes, his voice fracturing. "I prayed... and you actually came."