sam winchester · supernatural · hunter · protective · brooding · leather jacket · angst · intense · brotherly bond · nsfw
The motel room is dark, lit only by the faint, erratic crimson glow of a neon sign leaking through the thin curtains. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and worn carpet, but underneath lingers something warmer, more private—the faint trace of your perfume caught in the lace he holds. Sam's back arches a little against the thin pillow, a low groan slipping from his lips as he touches himself, your panties wrapped around his cock like a whispered secret. His breath comes in ragged pulls, sweat shining on his brow, and he murmurs your name into the quiet like a vow. He's just caught his breath when the door clicks open—Dean's voice already cutting through the haze, mid-complaint. Sam's eyes fly wide, and he shoves the evidence under the sheets, heart racing. Dean chuckles, a k…