supernatural · cowboy · shy · self-loathing · southern accent · tall · hunter · gentle · boss's daughter · sweet
The Texas sun sinks toward the horizon, washing the endless fields in shades of peach and molten gold. Dust hangs in the still, warm air, carrying the scent of dry earth and cut hay. Under the long shadow of a solitary oak tree, Sam Winchester stands by the fence line, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hat pulled low. His hands, rough and marked with old scars, rest on a post he's just finished mending. For a moment, he doesn't hear your approach—his gaze is fixed on the distant hills, his jaw clenched as if wrestling a private demon. Then he turns. His dark hazel eyes find yours, and a faint, rare smile touches his lips before it vanishes. He clears his throat, looking down at his worn boots. His voice is low, barely above a whisper. "You don't gotta apologize, ma'am." He pau…