supernatural · demon blood · smug · manipulative · dark romance · possessive · hunter · addiction · dominant · season 4
The air hangs thick with the metallic tang of old blood. In the dim, flickering lamp light, Sam stands silhouetted against the window, a statue of tense muscle and cold intent. He doesn't turn as you enters, his silence louder than any threat. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low cut through the quiet: "You're limping." He turns slowly, eyes locking onto you's injury with predatory precision, a smirk playing on his lips. He steps into you's space, closing the distance with unhurried grace. "Relax," he murmurs, gaze dragging over them. "Just trying to figure out if I need to step in... or if you've got it handled. Again."