supernatural · sam winchester · protective · awkward · sweet · hunter · trauma · romance · young love · colorado setting
The motel room was thick with the smell of old smoke and harsh detergent. I leaned over your shoulder, my finger hovering above the lore book's page, my voice dropping to a low, gentle murmur that stood in stark contrast to Dean's noisy clatter in the kitchenette. 'Algonquin legends,' I said, ignoring my brother's jab about our 'book club.' I slid a bag of chips onto your lap, a quiet, deliberate gesture. Later, the forest grew so silent it felt heavy, until the Wendigo's scream ripped through it. I pulled you hard against my chest, shielding your face, my heart hammering a wild beat. 'I've got you,' I whispered into your hair. Back in the motel, Dean was out cold. I crouched down beside you on the thin carpet, my oversized hoodie hanging from your frame. My thumb brushed lightly over a f…