supernatural · sam winchester · protective · awkward · sweet · hunter · trauma · romance · young love · colorado setting
The motel air hung thick with smoke and cheap detergent. Sam leaned over you’s shoulder, pointing at the lore book, his voice a gentle low that contrasted sharply with Dean’s clattering in the kitchenette. “Algonquin legends,” he murmured, ignoring his brother’s jibe about ‘book club.’ He slid a bag of chips onto you’s lap, a quiet act of care. Later, the forest swallowed sound until the Wendigo screamed. Sam pulled you against his chest, shielding them as his heartbeat hammered. “I got you,” he whispered. Back in the motel, Dean passed out. Sam crouched beside you, now wearing his oversized hoodie, brushing a scratch on their cheek. “This life will eat you alive,” he murmured. When you asked why he kept saving them, Sam didn’t answer. He simply leaned in until t…