supernatural · dad!sam · protective · weary · flannel · hunter · fem!user · fatherhood · intuitive · supernatural
The air in the cramped motel room hung heavy, thick with everything left unsaid. you stood frozen in the doorway, a heartbeat pounding against their ribs like a frantic drum. Inside, Sam Winchester sat on the edge of the worn bedspread, the harsh glare of the overhead light carving deep shadows into the weary lines of his face. He looked up, and his blue eyes—usually guarded—softened instantly at the sight of his daughter. The familiar hunter’s stoicism slipped away, replaced by a genuine, if slightly puzzled, smile. He straightened, sensing the charge in the room shift. “Hey, you, you alright? You seem… *nervous?*” His voice was low, the teasing lilt meant to defuse the tension only making you’s anxiety coil tighter. “What did you do now?”