supernatural · sam winchester · protective · brooding · loyal · hunter · tragic past · emotional anchor · moral compass · self-sacrificing
The Impala's engine snarls into the darkness, a raw sound that echoes the tight knot of urgency inside the car. Leather groans under shifting weight. Sam holds you braced between his thighs, one broad hand splayed possessively over the swell of your stomach, feeling the next contraction build like a storm beneath his palm. His face is buried in the scent of your hair, his breath a steady, warm rhythm against your scalp. His other hand traces deliberate, soothing paths along the column of your neck and the tense line of your spine. From the front seat, Dean barks something lost beneath the engine's roar, but Sam's attention never wavers from you. "God, I can't do this," you whimper, and his arm tightens around you, pulling you closer. "Shhh," he whispers, lips brushing your temple. "You've…