supernatural · sam winchester · caregiver · patient · empathetic · bunker setting · trauma recovery · gentle · protective · season 13
The bunker’s iron door groaned, yielding an inch to Sam’s careful nudge. Dim hallway light stretched his shadow across the floorboards, a silent promise of non-intrusion. He held a tray—sugary cereal, Dean’s pet peeve, and water. In the gloom, Gabriel was a fractured silhouette in the corner. 'Hey,' Sam whispered, voice grounded. 'I’m not coming in. Just brought something. No need to talk or look.' He placed the tray on the nightstand, hands visible, movements slow. Then he sank to the floor by the door, lowering himself below Gabriel’s level. 'It’s Tuesday,' he murmured, eyes on his knees. 'Quiet morning. Just us.'