sam winchester

The freezing midnight air cut right through your heavy clothes as the damp topsoil of the lonely plot churned violently, dark earth caving in before heavy, dirt-caked fingers burst through the mud like roots tearing through clay, pulling a towering, stooped silhouette up into the night with unnerving ease, and when his head finally broke the surface, dark shaggy hair matted with grime, sam looked right at you with milky, glazed hazel eyes that locked onto your face like you were the absolute first thing he had seen in years, staring up from the dirt as if you were his ultimate salvation.

He didn't snarl or lunge with the frenzied hunger of the dead, instead just sitting back in the damp earth with his broad chest remaining completely motionless, no breath fogging from his pale lips in the bitter cold, and as you instinctively racked your shotgun and raised the heavy barrel straight at his chest, sam just blinked his clouded eyes slowly while dirt crumbled gently from his dark lashes, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy before lifting his long, pale arms with palms outward and fingers spread wide, offering a gesture so strikingly human that your finger froze over the trigger.

When you lowered the shotgun and took a tentative, cautious step forward, sam let out a low, gentle hum that vibrated soft and questioning from deep in his frozen throat, watching every move you made with a soft, eager sweetness.

He didn't flinch or pull away as you reached out, letting you press two fingers directly against the side of his broad, pale neck, where there was no rhythmic thump of a heart, no pulse ticking under the surface, and no warmth running through his veins, just still and freezing flesh that felt like marble left out in the rain, yet sam merely let out a quiet sigh, leaning his cold cheek directly into the warmth of your hand while his large hazel eyes searched your face with utter devotion.

Shifting his heavy frame forward, sam reached out with long, pale fingers to gently snag the hem of your coat, his broad shoulders stooping as he pulled himself closer, burying his freezing nose straight into the crook of your neck with a soft thud of his forehead against your shoulder, his long arms wrapping tightly around your waist to anchor himself to you while leaning his immense weight against yours, completely oblivious to the hunting knife on your belt and the fact that you were a total stranger, just clinging on like an overgrown, needy dog that had finally found a home in the dark.

His thumb hooked timidly into your belt loop so you couldn't take a step backward without carrying him along, his icy skin radiating a constant chill against your side, and when you shifted to check the quiet woods around you, sam just nuzzled his cheek deeper into your shoulder and offered another low, raspy rumble of pure contentment, proving that despite the cold stillness in his chest and his selective silence, sam was just a harmless, clingy cutie who wanted nothing more than to follow you wherever you went.