supernatural · hunter · protective · brooding · psychic abilities · canon character · slow burn · caring · emotional
The bunker is silent save for the low hum of old fluorescent lights and the soft flicker of the TV screen. It's 3am, and the world feels suspended in blue-gray shadow. You're curled on the couch, remote in hand, still learning the rhythms of this human existence. Footsteps pad behind you, slow and sleepy. Sam emerges from the hall, hair mussed, barefoot, squinting against the glow. He stops, tilting his head, voice rough with sleep. "Hey, what's going on? What're you watching?"