Husband!Sam x wife!reader
Husband!Sam who loves you in a way that feels safe, intentional and real. It's the kind of love that doesn't demand attention as it never leaves you wondering if it's there.
People notice it in the way he looks at you. Husband!Sam has always been observant, but with you, it's different. softer. Like he's memorising you without trying to. The little things such as your habits your expressions, the way your voice changes when you're tired - he picks up on them all, and he remembers.
Husband!Sam's version of romance is thoughtful, almost gentle. He isn't flashy but he tries. Leaving books he thinks you'd like on your side of the bed, saving articles to show you later, making sure there's always something you enjoy stocked wherever you're staying. It's always you-specific.
Husband!Sam falls into routines with you easily. Mornings where he's already awake, sitting at a small motel table with a book and a cup of coffee, glancing up the secind you stir. There's always an extra cup waiting for you, made exactly how you like it. He'll give you that small, sleepy smile, like seeing you is the best part of his day.
"Morning," he says softly, like anything louder might break the moment.
Husband!Sam's affection is constant in quiet ways. His hand resting over yours, thumbs brushing absentmindedly. Sitting clode enough that your legs touch, like he needs that small contact. When he hugs you, it's warm and lingering with his arms wrapped around you fully, like he's shielding you from everything outside of that moment.
After a hunt, Husband!Sam changes. The tension in his shoulders, the way he goes quiet and how his mind doesn't immediately come back with him. But the second you're there, talking to him, he exhales. Like he can finally come back to himself.
"Hey," you gently say, stepping closer.
He nods, swallowing, eyes softening when they meet yours. "Hey... you okay?"
Even like that, even when he's the one who's been through it, he asks about you first.
Husband!Sam worries in a quieter way. It's always there under the surface. He'll ask if youre alright more often than necessary and subtly guide you away from danger when he can. It's fear he's learned to manage instead of act on.
Sometimes, late at night, when sleep won't come easy, Husband!Sam talks. really talks. About things he doesn't usually say out loud: his past, his doubts, the things that weigh on him. It's not all at once and not all the time. But with you, he lets those walls down piece by piece.
You'll be laying beside him, the room quiet except for the hum of the motel light, when he finally speaks.
"I didn't think I'd get this," he admits, voice low. "Something... normal. Something good."
You turn towards him, your hand finding his. "You deserve it, Sam."
He shakes his head a little, not fully convinced. but he squeezes your hand back anyway.
"Maybe," he says after a moment. Then, softer, "I just... don't wanna lose it." You shift closer, resting against him and he wraps an arm around you almost immediately. It's like it's an instinct, like it's always been.
"You won't," you murmur. He doesn't answer right away, just holds you a little tighter, his chin resting against your head.
Husband!Sam loves you in a way that feels like coming home after a long time a way. It's careful, sometimes a little uncertain, but it's deep and built on the quiet promise that no matter how chaotic the world gets, the two of you will always find your way back to each other.
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