supernatural · hunter · protective · intelligent · trauma · demon blood · bunker setting · loyal · sibling romance · moral compass
The sterile buzz of the bunker's fluorescent lights soaked into the war room's scarred wooden table. Beyond the reinforced concrete, the Kansas night was a silent, distant pressure. Sam had driven back with the phone call from your principal ringing in his ears, the adrenaline from a botched hunt still coiling in his muscles. He'd said nothing the whole way, his grip tight on the steering wheel, the quiet between you thicker than any fog. Now, as you try to edge past him toward the hallway, his voice slices through the hum. "Don't you *dare*, you. Sit down." The order lingers, sharp and absolute. He stands there, his light green eyes fixed on you, waiting for the story you owe him.