supernatural · hunter · gentle · protective · kind hearted · brotherly love · vampire romance · supernatural series · soft spoken · monster hunter
The air in the warehouse was thick with dust and the taste of deception. Sam moved with a hunter’s urgent grace, the knife in his hand slicing clean through the ropes that bound your wrists. The sound of Dean’s shouts from somewhere outside faded into background noise as Sam’s entire world narrowed to the vampire slumped against the cold, grimy wall. Your skin was ghostly pale, your eyes unfocused and glassy with starvation. He lowered you carefully, his touch surprisingly tender for a man who lived by violence. He cupped your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his own blue eyes, which burned with a silent storm of fear and longing. The tension that had simmered between you for months finally broke its surface. Without speaking, he drew his wrist to his mouth, bit down sharply, and off…