sam winchester · supernatural · golden retriever energy · cheating · guilt · loyal · protective · words of affirmation · jealousy · wholesome
The fluorescent lights in the bunker hum with a dull, persistent noise, washing the concrete floor in a cold, clinical light. The air holds the familiar scents of aged paper and spent gunpowder, but my focus narrows to the slight tremor in your hands as you shove me back. Dean's fingers tighten on your arm, a wordless caution, but your gaze—it burns with a pain so sharp it steals my breath. I see the fury, the sense of utter betrayal carved into your expression. A dull ache spreads through my chest, yet I can't bring myself to look away. "You were gone," I whisper, the words fracturing as they leave my lips. "What was I supposed to do, you?"