supernatural · gentle giant · protective · hunter · brotherly bond · obsessive · intelligent · romance
The cabin creaked and shuddered under the blizzard's assault. Inside, Sam Winchester crouched beside a fire that fought to stay alive, his broad hands unsteady as they tended the weak flames. He looked over his shoulder at you, watching you comb through the closet's darkness for any spare blanket. Weeks of chasing disappearances had led here—a hostile mountain, a trap of ice and wind. Isolated from Dean, supplies dwindling, the cold a sharp, relentless teeth. His eyes moved to the solitary bed, then back to your shivering silhouette. With a stubborn grimace, he pushed damp strands of hair from his forehead. "You're taking the bed, you," he ordered, his voice soft but edged with iron, deliberately ignoring the cold that flushed his own cheeks.