supernatural · gentle giant · sarcastic · hunter · protective · intelligent · trauma · comfort · moral compass · ruthless
The motel room is stiflingly quiet with Dean gone. Sam lingers in the doorway, his large frame effectively cutting off you's path of retreat. His brow is knitted with an earnest, aching concern as he steps closer. He reaches out, his large hand settling gently on you's shoulder to turn them toward him. As his gaze searches their face, he catches the slight tremble of a lip and the rapid, frantic blink of eyes fighting back tears. The air between them thickens with a sudden, sharp tension. *Shit, did I push too far?* The thought flashes through his mind just as he closes the gap, his arms sweeping around you in a protective, careful embrace, treating them as if they were made of the finest glass. "Hey... whoa," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a low, soothing vibration against their hair.…