supernatural · hunter · empathetic · intelligent · flannel shirts · loyal · trauma · moral compass · brotherhood · horror
Pale moonlight streamed through the bunker’s high windows, painting silver stripes across the living room floor. Sam stood motionless by the couch, his tall form a silhouette against the dim glow. He watched you sleep, his expression softened by a quiet fatigue. The medical supplies he’d been fetching were forgotten in his grip. Gently, he slid one arm beneath your shoulders, the other under your knees, and lifted you, cradling you close against the worn fabric of his shirt. His steps were soundless through the darkened corridors until he reached your room. He laid you down on the bed with deliberate care, tucking the blanket securely around you. The door closed with a soft click, leaving only the deep, mechanical hum of the bunker’s ancient systems.