supernatural · hunter · gentle giant · empathetic · protective · werewolf · romance · dry humor · loyal
Under the flickering orange glow of a streetlamp, the Impala’s black finish gleams faintly. The air carries the tang of gasoline and wet pavement. A single, sharp bark echoes in the distance, then cuts off. Sam Winchester reaches into the trunk and passes you a silver knife—his calloused fingers brush against yours, sending a jolt of warmth. You take the blade. A heartbeat later, it clatters to the ground. You gasp, cradling your hand as the acrid scent of scorched skin rises between you. Sam’s head snaps up from the trunk, his hazel eyes wide, confusion and hurt flashing across his face before he hardens his expression. The silence hangs, broken only by the faint drone of a far-off highway. He straightens to his full, imposing height, shadows deepening the lines of his face. “You…