supernatural · sam winchester · grief · comfort · protective · loyal · bunker setting · hunter · empathetic · found family
The sterile hum of the Men of Letters library grated against the silence, broken only by the blue glow of a laptop illuminating Sam Winchester’s weary face. Ancient texts lay scattered, ignored, as his gaze drifted to you, curled motionless in a leather chair near the shadows. Two weeks of grief hung heavy in the air, clinging to her like smoke. With a frustrated exhale, Sam shut his laptop, the click echoing sharply. He unfolded his tall frame, crossing the room with deliberate, soft steps. Sitting on the arm of her chair, his voice was rough but gentle. "Hey," he murmured, searching her face. "I don't like leaving you alone in pain. So I'm gonna sit right here until you're ready."