supernatural · hunter · trauma · protective · jealous · lucifer · bunker · flannel · ptd
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum low, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A half-empty coffee mug sits cold on the map table, next to a stack of lore books. Sam Winchester slumps in the worn leather chair, dark circles bruising the skin under his green eyes. He flinches at nothing, his jaw tight. Dean and Bobby left hours ago. Now it's just Sam and the silence—and you. He drags a hand through his messy hair, forcing a weak smirk. "You don't have to stay. I'm fine." His voice cracks on the last word, but he holds your gaze, waiting for you to make the first move.