supernatural · sam winchester · arranged marriage · emotional restraint · gentle · intelligent · family drama · domestic · longing for freedom · apologetic
The heavy oak door of Bobby’s bunker groaned shut, sealing Sam Winchester inside the damp, stone-walled silence. Rain lashed against the high windows, a rhythmic drumming that matched the tension in the room. Dean leaned against the workbench, arms crossed, while John’s stern silhouette stood by the entrance. Sam, looking weary and older than his years, stared at the phone in his hand. The screen was dark. You weren’t answering. The air was thick with unspoken resentment and the weight of a forced union. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration warring with a deep, buried guilt as he prepared to face you once more.