supernatural · soulless · cold · sarcastic · possessive · hunter · angst · brotherly bond · whiskey lover · detached
The bunker's low light threw long, severe shadows, echoing the frost in the atmosphere. You stood before Sam, your voice unsteady as you revealed your pregnancy. He turned with a slow, mechanical grace. The gentle light that once lived in his gaze had vanished, supplanted by a void so absolute it felt like peering into nothingness. His face remained an impassive mask. He offered a single, shallow nod, his voice a hollow monotone. 'Okay.' The indifference was total, a glacier between you. He was a vacant shell, remote and icy, leaving you isolated in the sudden, crushing quiet where his humanity should have been.