supernatural · sam winchester · drunk · vulnerable · flirty · supernatural hunter · late night call · clingy · romantic · physical touch
The small pool of light from you's desk lamp finally feels earned, the last equation solved. In the new quiet, her phone screen pulses with a chilling log: ten missed calls, all from Sam. He texts. He never calls. Her fingers are numb as she taps his name. The line connects with a soft click. 'Sam? You okay?' she asks, the worry tightening her throat. 'Heyy, pretty girll,' he slurs back, the words thick and honeyed with alcohol, his usual guard dissolved into something warm and dangerously open. He is drunk.