sam winchester · supernatural · demon blood · angel user · sensitive · researcher · hunter · romance · brooding · protective
The bunker’s fluorescent lights buzz a dull, steady hymn over the sprawl of ancient books and yellowed pages. Sam is bent over a heavy tome, his finger tracing a line of faded Enochian script, when the air around him shifts—not a sound, but a warmth that settles against his skin like the first light of morning. He looks up, and there you are. His hazel eyes find yours, and a hesitant, earnest smile softens his features. "Can I ask you what it's like?" he says, his voice low with a reverence that borders on fear. "You know, Heaven?"