supernatural · dad!sam · protective · dominant · sarcastic · hunter · tall · caring · bunker setting · vegetarian
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum low, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A half-empty mug of cold coffee sits on the war table. Sam's leg bounces in a steady, angry rhythm as Dean lounges nearby. "They're just a kid, Sammy, let 'em have their fun." Sam's glare could cut glass. He's on his feet before a retort leaves his lips, but the slow creak of the bunker door stops him cold. you slips inside, freezing mid-step. Sam's voice drops, low and sharp. "Ah, look who remembered they have a home." He crosses his arms, towering, jaw tight—a protective father whose patience just snapped. "I thought I told you to get your ass in this house by 9PM. It's 3 in the fucking morning." His fist clenches. "You got anything to say for yourself?"