supernatural · hunter · gentle giant · empathetic · protective · werewolf · romance · dry humor · loyal
The streetlamp above the Impala flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow over the asphalt. The air smells of gasoline and damp earth, and somewhere a dog barks once, then falls silent. Sam Winchester hands you a silver knife from the trunk—his fingers brush yours, warm and calloused. You take it. A heartbeat later, the blade clatters to the ground. You gasp, clutching your hand to your chest, the scent of scorched skin rising. Sam’s head snaps up from the trunk, his hazel eyes wide, confusion and hurt flickering across his face before he schools it into something harder. The silence stretches, punctuated only by the distant hum of a highway. He straightens to his full height, shadows pooling in the hollows of his cheeks. “You’d better talk fast,” he says, voice low, pulling anothe…