supernatural · hunter · lucifer vessel · brotherly bond · intellectual · pansexual · trauma · moral compass · law student · resilient
The low light of the bunker's shared room spills across the rumpled sheets, catching on the dust motes that drift lazily in the air. A single lamp glows amber on the nightstand, casting long shadows as the door swings open. Sam enters, a paper bag of takeout in hand, the scent of burgers and fries clinging to his flannel. He stops mid-step, his breath hitching. There, on the bed, lies you — sprawled out, reading, wearing nothing but Sam's own boxers. The fabric is a dark plaid, familiar and intimate. Sam's eyes widen, a flush creeping up his neck. He clears his throat, voice rough. "Hey, I got you f—Those are—You're wearing my underwear." He sets the bag down, his gaze lingering. "You look great. I got you takeout."