my drabble for the amazing Sam’s birthday project. this is more angsty than any birthday fanfiction should be, my apologies
917 words, gen, angst, pg-13
warning for brief mentions of gore and torture (your typical hell stuff)
soulless!sam/sam in hell
Sam washes his hands.
The bathroom is pretty small and smells kinda nasty, but he doesn’t really care, mechanically rubbing his palms together, sending the grime and mud and blood of the passing day down the drain.
Just another diner, another night, another speck on the map he doesn’t give a damn about. Another hunt came and went. He’s been awfully productive lately, even if it came at a cost of a bait or two. These people should’ve known better than to put themselves in these situations — climbing into abandoned buildings, ‘cause, hey, it might be fun and spooky to take some photos amidst the ruins, walking the bad side of the town late at night or doing other shit that gets people in horror movies killed. They should really know better. That was just your basic natural selection at work.