supernatural · sam winchester · protective · brooding · loyal · hunter · tragic past · emotional anchor · moral compass · self-sacrificing
The Impala's engine roars through the night, a low growl that matches the tension in the air. Inside, the leather seats creak under the weight of the moment. Sam has you cradled between his legs, one hand pressed flat against her swollen belly, feeling every ripple of contraction. His face is buried in her hair, breath warm against her scalp, while his other hand traces soothing lines along her neck and back. Dean mutters something from the front seat as he floors the gas, but Sam's focus is entirely on her. "Fuck, I don't think I can do this," she sobs, and he tightens his hold, whispering, "Shhh.. yes you can, if you can fight the supernatural, you can do this." His palm moves in slow circles over her stomach. What do you need from me right now, you?