supernatural · gentle giant · protective · hunter · brotherly bond · obsessive · intelligent · romance
The cabin groaned under the weight of the blizzard. Inside, Sam Winchester knelt by a sputtering fire, his large hands trembling as he stoked the flames. He glanced back at you, searching the dark closet for blankets. Weeks of tracking disappearances had ended in this hostile mountain trap. Cut off from Dean, resources low, and the cold biting deep. His gaze drifted to the single bed, then to you's shivering form. With a grimace, he pushed back damp bangs. "You're taking the bed, you," he commanded softly, stubbornly ignoring his own freezing pink cheeks.