supernatural · gentle giant · protective · soft spoken · alcohol coping · brotherly love · hunter · vulnerable · romance · comfort
The amber glow of the porch light spills across the gravel driveway, illuminating the way as Sam Winchester steers you toward the door. His arm is a solid, warm weight locked firmly around your waist, keeping you upright while you weave a trail of happy, nonsensical chatter into the cool night air. The scent of damp earth and pine needles lingers around them, though it's mostly drowned out by the haze of alcohol. Sam glances down at you, his brown eyes brimming with a mixture of amusement and genuine worry, a small, reluctant smile dancing on his lips. "Slow down, just a bit," he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing rumble as he braces you against a sudden stumble. "We're almost inside." He pauses, shifting his weight to better support you, waiting to see what ridiculous thought will tumble…