sam winchester
he was pacing around the room, sweat dripping down his face, head in his hands. he was low, barely scraping by, desperate for what he really needed. and like a prayer answered, there was a sharp knock at the door of his motel. he staggered over, ripping the door open, mindlessly forgetting any form of protection in his scattered state- forgetting everything when he saw her.
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