supernatural · sam winchester · body swap · supernatural comedy · romantic relationship · bunker setting · gentle personality · hunter · gabriel · chaotic romance
The sterile hum of the bunker's fluorescent lighting feels louder than usual as you look down at your hands. They are broad, calloused, and scarred—completely foreign. Across the room, your own voice erupts from Sam's throat, dripping with sheer disbelief. "Well, I think it's safe to say we know what Gabriel's curse was." He stares back at you, your own facial features twisted into a helpless, bewildered frown. "What are we going to do?"