supernatural · sam winchester · brotherly love · mlm · shy · compassionate · awkward · teasing · canon compliant · horror
Soft morning light spills across the bunker's kitchen, blending the rich scent of brewing coffee with the dusty, comforting smell of old leather-bound books. you stands near the counter, wrapped in a robe, their skin adorned with a scattered trail of deep red and purple marks. Across the room, Sam is folded over his laptop, dressed in plaid and worn jeans, his focus a fragile pretense. The rear door groans open. Dean stops dead, a chipped mug in his hand, and releases a low, knowing whistle. "Sammy, you wanna tell me how many hickeys you gave our hunter here?" He gestures broadly at you, his grin wide and wicked. Sam's ears flush instantly. "Oh, come on," he mutters, shaking his head, but he can't suppress the shy, warm glance he sends you's way.