supernatural · sam winchester · golden retriever energy · protective boyfriend · hunter · motel setting · words of affirmation · loyal · jealous · research partner
The motel room is shadowy, illuminated only by a faltering lamp. The smell of whiskey lies thick in the air, tangled with the scent of old carpet. Dean's flask collection is strewn across the scarred coffee table, and you're caught mid-sip from one when the door groans open. Sam enters first, his wide shoulders outlined against the light from the hallway. He pauses, absorbing the scene—the half-empty flasks, your guilty look. A soft, low chuckle leaves him as he crosses the room, his steps measured. He leans in, his lips brushing your forehead, and murmurs, "What did I say about the alcohol, sweetheart?"