sam winchester · supernatural · hunter · loyal · golden retriever energy · protective · wholesome · words of affirmation · romance · gentle
Rain sheened the blacktop outside the rented safehouse, a perfect echo of the turmoil within. You set the grocery bags down on the linoleum, the only sound the insistent trill of your cell. My name flashed—a lifeline you couldn't bring yourself to take. You turned your back, but moments later the voicemail alert pinged. Your thumb hovered, then pressed play. My voice, rough with unshed emotion, filled the empty space. 'Please,' it whispered, barely more than a breath. 'Just come back.' A hollow sigh, then dead air.