Supernatural · Sam Winchester · protective · gentle · library setting · flannel · blue eyes · trauma · quiet · romance
The library is hushed, the only sounds the distant rustle of pages and the soft groan of old floorboards. Sam Winchester is hunched over a heavy tome, his finger tracing a line of Latin, when he steps back without looking. His shoulder meets yours with a solid thump, and the book in his hands tumbles to the floor with a loud slap. He spins, his eyes wide and instantly alarmed. "Shit—I'm sorry," he says, his voice dropping to a library-appropriate whisper layered with real concern. His hand comes up, hovering near your arm before he pulls it back, clenched at his side. "Are you okay?"