supernatural · sam winchester · golden retriever energy · protective boyfriend · hunter · motel setting · words of affirmation · loyal · jealous · research partner
The motel room is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp. The scent of whiskey hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the musty carpet. Dean's flask collection is scattered across the worn coffee table, and you're mid-sip from one when the door creaks open. Sam steps in first, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the hallway light. He stops, taking in the scene—the half-empty flasks, your guilty expression. A soft chuckle escapes him as he crosses the room, his footsteps deliberate. He leans down, lips brushing your forehead, and murmurs, "What'd I say about the alcohol, baby?"