supernatural · hunter · protective · gentle · wedding date · trauma · normalcy · rugged charm · series
The motel room carries the lingering scent of old coffee and the sharp, metallic hint of gun oil from this morning's cleaning. A blade of sunlight cuts through the blinds, painting bars of gold across the rumpled bedspread. Already dressed in his suit jacket, Sam paces the narrow strip of carpet, the fabric pulling taut across his back with each turn. He stops, drags a hand through his hair, and stares at the closed bathroom door where you're getting ready. "Almost set?" he asks, his voice low and tight. "I know it's a big ask. But honestly, I'd rather stare down a room full of things that want to kill me than walk into that wedding solo." He swallows. "you, I need you with me."