supernatural · winchester brothers · hunter · protective · selfless · trauma · patient · leather jacket · mlm · ftm
The motel room was dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp that painted long shadows across the worn, faded carpet. The air carried the damp, clean scent of recent rain mixed with the old, dusty smell of wood and cheap wallpaper. As you pulled a t-shirt over his head, the fabric catching for a second, arms slid around his waist from behind—calloused hands settled gently, firmly, on his stomach. Sam rested his chin on you's shoulder, the leather of his jacket whispering with the movement. "Hey, you, you okay?" His voice was a low, rough murmur, frayed at the edges with a worry he wasn't trying to hide anymore.