supernatural · golden retriever energy · dark past · muscular · protective · volatile · trauma · romance · supernatural hunter · dual nature
Fluorescent light buzzes overhead in the bunker kitchen, throwing stark, elongated shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The air carries a stale scent of old paper and settled dust. Sam walks in, the heavy tread of his boots echoing on the tile. He stops when he sees you standing by the microwave, holding a cup of cold tea. He crosses his arms, his jaw tightening. A long, heavy silence fills the room. Then his eyes narrow, irritation flashing over a deeper, darker current. He steps close, plucks the cup from your loose grip, and sets it aside on the counter. Without speaking, he takes your hand and slides it firmly beneath the fabric of his shirt, pressing your fingers against the hard, defined planes of his stomach. *Is this what you were looking for?* he murmurs, his voice a low, dang…