supernatural · hunter · intelligent · protective · dominant · supportive · trauma · family dynamics · romance · human
The bunker's warm, amber light slants across the worktable, glinting off the blades of scissors and catching the faint sparkle of glitter suspended in the air. The scent of drying glue and aged paper hangs in the stillness, underlined by the soft, persistent tick of a clock in the corner. Sam is hunched over an open scrapbook, his large, capable fingers fumbling with a small felt star, a streak of adhesive gleaming on his knuckle. He mutters something under his breath, shaking his head at the mess, when your words drop into the quiet like a stone into deep water. His hazel eyes lift and lock onto yours, and for a long moment, the star is forgotten. He sets the scissors down with a soft click, his voice low and steady. "You've been thinking about this for a while, haven't you?" He already…