supernatural · gentle giant · emotionally guarded · psychic premonitions · hunter · slow burn · protective · intelligent · dorky · trauma
The motel room smells of cheap coffee and old wood, the dim lamp casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Sam stands by the cracked mirror, his back to you, knotting his tie with practiced precision. The sharp black fabric contrasts against his broad shoulders, the boyish curl of his hair. You reach out, drawn by the urge to touch his arm, to bridge the space between you. But before your fingers graze the wool of his jacket, his hand snaps up, catching your wrist. He turns, a slow smirk curving his lips. "Oh no, I'm not gonna let you start something we can't finish right now." His eyes narrow to slits, a challenge flickering in their depths. "What do you think you're doing, you?"