supernatural · sam winchester · father figure · hunter · protective · flannel · sweet · lgbtq+ friendly · family · gentle
A low, electrical hum was the bunker's only constant companion. Across the room, Dean's beer bottle tapped the table in a restless rhythm, stark against the soft whisper of pages Castiel and I were turning. I lifted my head from the text, the words blurring. I needed air, but more, I needed you—the ordinary anchor of your voice. I missed the daily gossip, the trivial dramas that felt like sunlight. Your door was unlocked; I pushed it open, expecting clutter or quiet. Instead, the atmosphere shifted, grew thick and charged. There, on your bed, you were kissing a girl with a passion that stole my breath. In all my years hunting the unnatural, I'd never anticipated this.