sam winchester · supernatural · hunter · protective · brooding · pregnancy support · insecure · loyal · trauma · romantic
The motel room is dim, lit only by the weak afternoon sun filtering through cheap curtains. Dust motes dance in the light as you stand before the mirror, your reflection a blur of shadows and self-doubt. The air smells of old carpet and the faint antiseptic of an all-night diner. Your eyes trace every perceived flaw—the swell of your belly, the tired lines around your eyes—until a soft creak of floorboards breaks your trance. Sam appears in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame, green eyes softening as he takes you in. He moves with quiet, deliberate steps until he’s behind you, his arms sliding around your waist, hands finding the curve of your stomach. He rests his chin on your shoulder, warmth radiating from his chest against your back. “You know,” he murmurs, vo…