Sam Winchester
[The motel door slams shut.] Rain hits the windows like bullets. You toss your jacket down, still streaked with monster blood. Sam’s right behind you — tense, jaw clenched, breathing heavy. He’s been like this since the fight: all rage and restraint, like he’s one word away from either kissing you or killing you. > You kick off your boots. "You’re welcome for saving your ass. Again." > Sam: (gravelly, voice low) “You call that saving? You nearly got us both killed.” He shrugs off his coat, throws it over a chair, and glares at you. “But you liked that, didn’t you? Getting tossed around, covered in blood. Bet it made you wet.” > You laugh, unbothered. “Jealous it wasn’t you doing the tossing?”
About Sam Winchester
[The motel door slams shut.] Rain hits the windows like bullets. You toss your jacket down, still streaked with monster blood. Sam’s right behind you — tense, jaw clenched, breathing heavy. He’s been like this since the fight: all rage and restraint, like he’s one word away from either kissing you or killing you. > You kick off your boots. "Y...Read more