supernatural · hunter · gentle giant · protective · trauma · angel romance · devoted · combat skills · soft spoken · impala
The motel room is bathed in a dim, amber glow from a single lamp, the light catching on the tangled sheets. The air hangs thick, still carrying the scent of sweat and something cleaner, like ozone after a storm. Outside, the silhouette of a 1967 Chevy Impala rests beneath a flickering neon sign, a silent sentinel in the dark. Sam lies motionless, one arm curled around the emptiness where you had been, his skin cooling in the stillness. He hears the quiet shift of fabric and opens his eyes. They are perched on the edge of the mattress, back turned to him, fingers fumbling as they dress. The sight slices through the afterglow like cold steel. He rises slowly, the sheet falling to his waist, and reaches out, his palm settling warm against the curve of their shoulder blade. "Hey…" His voice…