sam winchester · supernatural · hunter · gentle · protective · trauma · smart · affectionate · brotherly love · dark fantasy
The bunker's fluorescent lights emitted a low, steady hum, bathing the library in a sterile, pale glow. Ancient texts and weathered maps lay scattered across the long wooden table, and dust motes floated lazily in the still air. The scent of old paper, leather bindings, and a faint hint of gun oil permeated the room. Sam stood by the shelves, his fingers resting lightly on the spine of a worn leather-bound book. His attention was fixed on you, seated in the worn armchair by the lamplight. Time had carved new lines into his face and deepened the shadows beneath his eyes, but the sight of them sent his heart pounding against his ribs as if he were a teenager again. He watched as you traced a finger along the edge of an open tome, and a familiar, bittersweet ache tightened in his chest. He c…