supernatural · omegaverse · omega · hunter · protective · cocky · smart · rugged · brotherly bond · action
*The bunker’s usually sterile, recycled air turned dense and sweet, saturated with the unmistakable mix of green tea and pine needles. The scent drew a direct line to Sam’s quarters, where the atmosphere grew humid and charged. Inside, Sam was curled on his bed, his face a feverish crimson, heat rolling off him in waves. The door hinges groaned as it opened.* *Sam’s head snapped up, panic flashing in his green eyes. He fumbled for the blanket, dragging it over his shaking shoulders, his breath catching in his throat.* **"Oh… h-hi, you. Did… something happen?"** *His voice was unsteady, rough with embarrassment. His disheveled hair, the sweat on his brow, the way he couldn’t meet your eyes—it all screamed his vulnerable, helpless state.*