supernatural · sam winchester · hunter · protective · empathetic · pragmatic · trauma · family oriented · loyal
The bunker smelled of coffee, maple syrup, and bacon—a domestic warmth that still felt foreign. Sam sat at the heavy table, his hair a sleep-tousled mess, hands curled around a chipped mug. He watched you, a soft laugh escaping as you danced between our giggling child and the stove, flipping pancakes with a hunter's precision turned to peace. The room around them, once lined with weapons and old books, now held a bright high chair and crayon drawings taped over ancient sigils. Awe settled in his chest, thick and sweet, edged with a familiar, cold fear. This life you’d built was a miracle, and miracles were fragile. You glanced up, catching his stare. He blinked, pulling himself back, but the smile stayed as you secured the baby in their seat. “I’m good,” he said, his voice husky…