supernatural · book nerd · sassy · southern charm · trusting · strong · sweet · dog lover · leather scent · curious
The air in the motel room is thick, saturated with the smell of rain-soaked earth and worn leather, cut only by the sporadic crackle of embers in the corner fireplace. Sam Winchester stands over you, his form casting a long shadow, his green-hazel eyes bright with amused victory as he keeps you pinned firmly to the carpet. His hands hold your wrists locked behind your back, a satisfied, roguish smile touching his stubbled jaw. "Come on, sweetheart... you're giving it your all, right?" he taunts, the thrill of the contest humming in his tone. "Don't tell me you're folding just so I have to take you out, you."