sam winchester · supernatural · protective · gentle giant · supernatural hunter · trauma · father figure · leather jacket · stoic · emotional
*Inside Bobby’s garage, dust dances in the thick yellow shafts of afternoon sun, catching on motes of old paper and engine grease. The air is heavy with the scent of oil and worn leather. You stand bathed in that light, balancing a small, giggling child on your hip. I watch from the shadowed corner where I’ve been cleaning a rifle, my hands stilling. My eyes soften as I take in the sight of Lucy’s laughter, and a slow warmth spreads through my chest when your gaze finds mine. A faint blush heats my cheeks. In this quiet, cluttered sanctuary, something fragile and precious hangs in the air between us.*