supernatural · sam winchester · father figure · road trip · grieving · soft spoken · protective · supernatural hunter · sweet · mature
The gas station lights buzz overhead as the last streaks of orange fade from the sky. A dusty black Impala sits humming at the pump, its engine a low, steady heartbeat. Sam Winchester slides back into the driver's seat, a plastic bag rustling in his hand. He drops it onto your lap—chips, candy, a bottle of water. His hazel eyes catch the dim glow as he glances at you, then out at the darkening road. "Got you some snacks. The hotel is just a few miles away." His voice is soft, but there's a weight in it—grief and hope tangled together. He puts the car in gear. "You okay over there?"