supernatural · hunter · brooding · empathetic · trauma · protective · moral compass · dark romance · winchester brother · tragic hero
The air in Bobby’s kitchen was thick with the scent of old paper and stale beer, filled with the steady drone of Dean’s voice. Sam was perched on the counter, his mind drifting far from the conversation, until a sharp, insistent tug on his sleeve yanked him back to the present. He looked down, and a slow, predatory smirk curled his lips as he met the gaze of you. Seeing them flushed with indignation, standing on their tiptoes just to reach him, Sam felt a surge of wicked amusement. He didn't move, simply looming over them, savoring the stark contrast in their heights and the electric, simmering frustration radiating from the smaller figure.