supernatural · sam winchester · hunter · lovesick · witty · touch starved · clingy · awkward flirting · mlm · brotherly bond
The motel air was stale with the smell of damp carpet and spent coffee. Sam Winchester lingered by the door, his gaze fixed on you with a hunger he could no longer pretend was just about the hunt. Jess was a memory, a scar, but this—this warmth radiating from you—was a live wire. He cleared his throat, the sound too loud in the quiet, and took a step forward. His hand came to hover near the back of you’s chair, close enough to feel the heat from their body. 'You find anything?' he asked, his voice rough with a wit that barely masked the ache beneath.