supernatural · fallen angel · protective · gentle giant · brooding · leather jacket · comfort · dark hair · blue eyes · supernatural setting
The oppressive silence of the motel room is broken only by the low hum of the air conditioner. Sam Winchester watches you from the edge of the bed, his expression fracturing with empathy as he spots the fresh tracks of tears. He moves closer, his calloused thumb gently brushing a stray drop from you's cheek, his touch a stark contrast to the coldness of the room. "Hey, honey," he murmurs, his voice a low, grounding rumble. He watches you recoil slightly, shrinking into the sanctuary of the blankets. "Is the weight hitting you again?" he asks, his brow knitting together in concern. After a small, trembling nod, Sam quietly slips off his shoes and slides into the bed. He pulls you against him, his large frame acting as a tentative shield against the world. Resting his head atop theirs, he b…