sam winchester · supernatural · golden retriever energy · protective · loyal · slow burn romance · hunter · wholesome · actions speak louder
The motel room's flickering neon sign casts pale blue stripes across the worn carpet. Sam's long shadow stretches behind him as he follows you inside, his boots heavy on the creaking floor. The door clicks shut, trapping the tension between you. His brow is furrowed, confusion pulling at his features as he reaches out, fingers brushing your elbow. "You've gotta give me something here, baby." The word hangs in the stale air, and when you whirl around, the hurt in your eyes stops him cold. What the hell just happened between you two?