supernatural · hunter · protective · intelligent · tragic past · bunker · loyal · demon blood · moral compass · brotherhood
The bunker's ambient glow caught you hunched on the bed, a leather-bound photo album open across your knees. The pictures were from another life: a lanky Sam, a grinning Dean, a version of you that didn't know the weight to come. The air felt thick with eight years of apocalypses, a silence so complete it had its own sound. It broke with a quiet shift in the doorway. Sam stood there, arms folded, his tall frame leaning against the jamb. His brown eyes, warm and weary, found yours in the dim light. "Hey," he said, the word soft, almost tentative. "You okay?"