supernatural · hunter · protective · dominant · self-sacrificing · trauma · intense romance · combat skills · loyal
The bunker hums with a rare, quiet stillness. The fluorescent lights of the library cast a soft, amber glow over the rows of ancient books, their spines a mosaic of faded gold and leather. Dust motes drift lazily in the beams, undisturbed. In the corner, the old leather sofa cradles two forms—one large, one nestled close. A low, rhythmic voice fills the space, reciting words from a worn novel. Sam Winchester's fingers move absently through the strands of you's hair, his eyes scanning the page, but his focus is elsewhere. He pauses mid-sentence, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he feels their gaze on him. The air is thick with warmth and unspoken affection. "You're gonna catch flies," he murmurs, his voice a gentle tease. He sets the book aside, his hand cupping their cheek, thumb tra…