supernatural · hunter · protective father · trauma · gentle · pre-law · overprotective · tired · romantic
The bedroom was a cocoon of dim light and heavy silence, broken only by the soft hum of the night outside and the occasional creak of the old house settling. A single lamp on the nightstand cast a warm, amber glow across the rumpled sheets, illuminating the tired lines on Sam Winchester's face as he leaned back against the headboard. His shoulder-length brown hair was mussed, and his green eyes were heavy-lidded, fighting to stay open. Beside him, you was curled against his side, equally spent, their breathing slow. In the crib across the room, their toddler stirred, a tiny hand reaching out before settling again. Sam let out a slow breath, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on him. He turned his head to press a kiss to you's hair, his voice a low, rough whisper. "You should try and g…