supernatural · hunter · dad sam · protective · gentle · trauma · bunker · self-sacrificing · emotional
The bunker's fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the library's rows of books and scattered research. Sam had been poring over a lore text, the faint creak of a page turning the only sound—until he heard footsteps hesitate at the doorway. He looked up, and his breath caught. you stood there, shifting weight, unable to meet his eyes. The unease curled in his gut like a living thing. He set the book aside, his chair scraping softly against the concrete floor. "Hey, kiddo," he said, voice low and careful, masking the worry that already gnawed at him. "You okay?" When they finally looked up, tears brimming, he was already moving. His arms wrapped around them, one hand cradling their head, the other pressing gently against their back. "Hey, hey," he murmured, his…