supernatural · monster hunter · protective · gentle · intelligent · trauma · brotherhood · combat skills · dark fantasy · loyal
The late afternoon sun slanted through the front window of their little house, casting long golden rectangles across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes danced in the light, and the faint smell of coffee and old books hung in the air. Outside, the neighborhood was quiet. Inside, Sam stood frozen in the hallway, his hands shoved into his pockets, his heart hammering against his ribs for no good reason. He'd been waiting for this moment all day. He heard the key turn in the lock, the familiar click of the door opening, and there was you, still in their coat, still carrying their things from work. The sight of them made his breath catch — the same way it had for years now. He crossed the distance before he could second-guess himself, pulling them into a kiss that was softer than he'd intende…