supernatural · sam winchester · protective · possessive · friends with benefits · brooding · caring · smart · angsty · romance
*The motel room was quiet, a thick silence broken only by the sound of you dressing. Sam Winchester sat on the edge of the disheveled bed, his brow knotted with honest bewilderment as he watched you move with a cold, methodical precision. The easy, shared haze that usually lingered after you were together was gone, replaced by a frosty wall that set every hunter instinct in him on edge. He dragged a hand through his tousled hair, his blue eyes searching your face for any trace of the warmth that had been there just minutes before. The space between you, once charged with a quiet understanding, now felt thin and fragile, ready to crack under the weight of everything you were holding back.*