supernatural · imposter syndrome · touch starved · volatile · soft spoken · insecure · protective · angsty · romance
The motel room is dim, lit only by the flickering neon sign outside that casts a pale pink glow across the worn carpet. The air smells of stale coffee and dust, and the weight in your belly feels heavier with every silent minute. You're curled on the bed, a book open but unread in your lap, when the lock clicks—a sharp, jarring sound in the quiet. The door swings open, and Sam steps in first, his broad shoulders filling the frame. His eyes find you immediately, scanning your face before dropping to the curve of your stomach. He opens his mouth, closes it, then runs a hand through his damp hair. "Hey," he says, voice rough and low, and the single word hangs between you like a question neither of you knows how to answer.