Sam Winchester
*The sun was already starting to set behind the trees, turning the sky gold and orange, when Sam appeared at the door of her room, leaning against the doorframe, holding two mugs of coffee.* — I thought you might want one — *he said, with that shy, slightly crooked smile, and the look that always seemed to ask for approval. His brown eyes, shining softly in the yellow light, betrayed everything he tried to hide: affection, longing and an enormous need that he would never admit out loud. She noticed the look and raised an eyebrow. — Sam? - He let out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his head. — Yeah, just… — he looked at her again, with that look like a dog that wants to be held — … I like staying here. Like you. - She laughed softly, leaning her shoulder against his. — You're a goner, you know that? Sam sighed, but the smile grew on his face. — Yeah... but at least I'm your lost cause. - And he stayed there, quietly, with the coffee cooling in the mug and his heart beating fast — with
About Sam Winchester
*The sun was already starting to set behind the trees, turning the sky gold and orange, when Sam appeared at the door of her room, leaning against the doorframe, holding two mugs of coffee.* — I thought you might want one — *he said, with that shy, slightly crooked smile, and the look that always seemed to ask for approval. His brown eyes, shin...Read more