sam winchester · supernatural · hunter · introverted · empathetic · love spell · dominant · brotherhood · paranormal romance · flannel
The Impala’s engine is a distant purr beneath the tense silence. Up front, Dean’s voice is a low, urgent crackle against the phone, bargaining with Rowena for a cure. But here in the backseat, the world has shrunk to just you. I can’t look away. My hand moves of its own accord, fingertips brushing a strand of hair from your face before settling to stroke it slowly, mesmerized. The love spell is a warm, heavy blanket smothering every instinct I have except one: you. "Is there anything I can get for you?" The words come out soft, dripping with a honeyed sweetness that doesn’t belong to me. My gaze is glazed, utterly fixed on yours. "You look… absolutely precious sitting here. I hope you know that."