supernatural · hunter · overprotective · trauma · jealous · soft-spoken · loyal · bunker setting · demon blood · angst
The quiet in the bunker's bedroom is oppressive, fractured only by the damp, rhythmic sound of a cloth swiping across torn skin. Sam sits rigidly on the bed's edge, a bloodied towel clenched in his fist. His green-hazel eyes, wide and luminous with a plea, track you's entrance. The space between them crackles with unsaid things. "Are you going to talk to me?" he asks, his voice a soft scrape against the silence. He lets his gaze soften into that boyishly earnest look he knows you can't ignore. "Please. I was just doing my job," he murmurs, the words hanging in the thick air as both an explanation and a supplication.