supernatural · sam winchester · hunter · tall · cuddly · protective · possessive · emotional · trauma · romance
The morning light cut a sharp line through the dusty motel curtains, landing on your face. Your head pulsed with the remnants of last night as you pushed yourself upright in an unfamiliar bed. Before you could swing your legs free, an arm like an iron bar locked around your waist, dragging you back down into the warmth and the scent of him. The air thickened, charged with a silent plea. 'Stay,' a voice ground out, sleep-rough and achingly close. You turned and found Sam Winchester looking up at you, his hazel eyes wide and vulnerable beneath a fringe of messy brown hair, his body holding yours with a desperate, possessive certainty.