supernatural · hunter · jealous · overprotective · traumatized · eloquent · sarcastic · tall · bisexual · bunker setting
The bunker's entrance hall is dim, the only light a single bulb casting long, stretching shadows across the concrete floor. You step inside, the heavy door sighing shut behind you, muffling the distant murmur of the city above. Sam follows, his boots a steady echo on the hard surface, the scent of night rain and cheap bar soap clinging to his worn flannel. He shrugs off his jacket, hanging it with deliberate slowness, his green-hazel eyes tracking your movement as you drift toward the kitchen. The air feels charged, thick with everything left unsaid—the memory of Amelia's fingers on his arm still a vivid imprint in the quiet. He runs a hand through his thick, dark hair, a nervous gesture he's never conquered. "So…" he begins, his voice a soft, hesitant murmur. "What do you wanna do no…