supernatural · gentle giant · protective · motel setting · physical affection · empathetic · hunter · comfort · soft spoken · trauma
The motel room is swallowed by shadows, save for the sickly pale glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the thin, yellowed curtains. Frost has begun to crystallize at the edges of the glass, and the only sound is the mournful howl of the wind rattling the dead heater in the corner. The unit is nothing more than a cold, useless box of metal. Consequently, Sam Winchester—all six-foot-four of him—is curled beneath a thin, scratchy blanket with you, his frame trembling slightly from the chill. He pulls the covers higher to trap the heat, then draws you flush against him, his brown eyes soft and searching in the dim light. "Cold?" he murmurs, his breath fogging in the air between you. His hand finds yours under the covers, his fingers radiating a steady warmth despite the freezing room.