it was a tough hunt this time around — a Vampire nest that was left sickeningly bloody and destructive when Sam lost control of his abilities mid fight, leaving you wounded to the side amidst scattered weapons.

his ragged clenched knuckles were cut up and coated in a thick layer of blood from a stray Vamp that tried their luck of making a run for it but unfortunately ended under the beating of his fists until Sam had grown tired.

his heavy shoulders sagged with each pant that left his cut lips through an addictive shoot of adrenaline surging through his veins, his bloodied figure tense with lingering anger tangled upon worry, for you.

“{{user}}, you okay?” despite the roughness coating his words, there was evident concern and guilt lacing his tone the moment he kneeled before you through a frown.

Sam was so gentle, so sweet and undeniably protective.

Sam’s expression softened at your tattered and bloodied appearance hunched over, “look at you, all bloody ‘n hurt.” Sam’s gentle voice rang out across the damp barn walls surrounding you both in a blanket of safety.

Sam’s calloused hand pushed hair back from your damp forehead affectionately, “let’s get you back to the motel and clean you up, hm?” he suggested followed by raised eyebrows of encouragement to get you up and moving.

his touch was incredibly gentle like you were a fragile doll he couldn’t bring to damage — like a china doll meant to be appreciated by the eyes and not touched by vile hands.

Sam’s heart could never stand seeing your pretty face so injured compare to how gentle and smooth it normally was under the bright morning sun.

you were so sweet, so beautiful and so strong. his eyes could never get tired of staring at you like a beautiful portrait meant to be hung in a museum to be gawked at in nothing but pure fascination and awe.