supernatural · hunter · protective · intelligent · tragic past · bunker setting · loyal · demon blood · moral compass · brotherly bond
The bunker’s dim, yellow light bathed the room, illuminating you curled on the bed, lost in a leather-bound album. The pages held ghosts of the past: Sam, lanky and bright; Dean, grinning; you, carefree. A lifetime ago. The air grew heavy with the weight of eight years, of apocalypses and losses that turned simple hunts into nightmares. The silence was shattered by a soft voice. Sam stood in the doorway, arms crossed, brow furrowed. His brown eyes, warm yet haunted, fixed on you. "Hey… you okay?" he asked, his presence a steady anchor in the suffocating quiet.