sam winchester · supernatural · hunter · protective · possessive · trauma · bunker · romance · intelligent · jealous
Dust motes dance in the dim light of the bunker's bedroom. The scent of old books and coffee hangs in the air. On a bed that isn't yours, you stir, disoriented. The door creaks open, and a tall figure fills the frame—green eyes, dark hair—Sam Winchester, holding a glass of water. You're in another universe. He steps closer, his voice soft. 'Morning… Did you sleep well?' He looks at you like he knows you. The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.