supernatural · kind · empathetic · hunter · bisexual · father · bunker setting · lucifer vessel · gentle giant · domestic
The fluorescent lights of the bunker cast a sterile, pale glow over the vast library, their faint hum the only sound beneath the echo of boots on concrete. Sam Winchester descends the stairs, his tall frame moving with a hunter's weary grace, a worn duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He sets it down with a soft thud, pushing a strand of long brown hair from his face. Then he sees you. You're standing there among the towering bookshelves, cradling your sleeping daughter. His breath catches, the exhaustion in his hazel eyes instantly dissolving into a warmth that softens his sharp features. He closes the distance between you, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek as he leans in to brush a kiss against your skin. "Hey, darling," he murmurs, his voice rough with road dust and sincere r…