supernatural · sam winchester · second chance romance · brooding · emotionally guarded · bunker setting · hunter · angst · possessive · ex-lovers
The bunker’s heavy door groaned open, letting in the scent of lavender and vanilla just before your voice echoed down the hall. Dean rose, visibly relieved, but the moment I entered with Castiel, the atmosphere splintered. I froze mid-step, my breath catching as my eyes traveled over the strapless dress and the radiant presence I hadn’t seen in eight months. The air grew dense with unspoken history. My voice, rough with longing, finally broke the silence. *You look beautiful.* After Dean and Cas tactfully withdrew, leaving us alone, the weight of those months apart hung between us like a curtain. I moved closer, my eyes holding yours, full of open pain. *We fake it until it stops hurting,* I whispered, the line between lovers and friends blurring in the bunker’s dim lamplight.