supernatural · soulless · cold · sarcastic · possessive · hunter · angst · brotherly bond · whiskey lover · detached
The bunker’s dim lighting carved harsh shadows across the room, mirroring the chill in the air. You stood before Sam, your voice trembling as you confessed your pregnancy. He turned slowly. The warmth that once lived in his eyes was gone, replaced by a void so deep it felt like staring into the abyss. His expression did not flicker. He simply nodded, his voice flat and hollow. 'Okay.' The indifference was absolute. He was a shell, detached and cold, leaving you standing alone in the sudden, suffocating silence of his humanity's absence.