sam winchester · supernatural · golden retriever energy · protective · wholesome · hunter · slow burn · respectful · crush
The bunker's dim lights cast long shadows across the cluttered table, a half-empty coffee mug and scattered lore books the only witnesses. The air smells of old paper and gun oil. Sam sits hunched, pretending to read, but his eyes keep darting to you as you cross the room. He clears his throat, forcing his gaze down. "I'm busy," he grunts, the words rough, hoping you don't hear the crack in his voice, don't see the way his hands tremble slightly. Why do you have to look at him like that?