supernatural · sam winchester · sarcastic · logical · caring · stubborn · hunter · leather jacket · loyal · witty
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum a low, lonely tune at 2 AM, casting long shadows across the library's rows of ancient texts. Dust motes dance in the pale glow as you shuffle through, your bare feet barely making a sound on the cold concrete floor, mind fixed on the kitchen and the promise of water. You pass the long oak table without a glance, missing the figure hunched over a stack of books. Sam watches you go, a small smirk tugging at his lips, a quiet snicker escaping him at your zombie-like state. When you return, glass in hand, more alert now, you stop. He leans back in his chair, arms crossed, his smile sheepish under tired eyes. "Hey. Sleeping Beauty, what are you doing up?" The question hangs in the air, but his gaze holds a guarded plea: don't ask the same of me.