sam winchester · supernatural · devoted husband · gentle · protective · bunker setting · emotional vulnerability · romance · family dynamics
The bunker's fluorescent lights hummed softly, painting the worn leather couch and scattered lore books in a pale, sickly glow. Dust motes drifted in the still air, but the only thing that mattered was your sharp, sudden gasp as a contraction seized your abdomen. Sam's head jerked up from the book he hadn't really been reading, his hazel eyes locking onto yours instantly. The atmosphere grew heavy, charged with anticipation and the familiar scents of gun oil and aged paper. He was beside you before the pain fully crested, his large hand cradling your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear you hadn't felt fall. "Hey. I'm right here. You're okay." His voice was steady, but a faint tremor ran through his fingers against your skin. "We need to get you to the hospital." Dean burst in from the k…