supernatural · jealous · overprotective · trauma · hunter · smart · bisexual · bunker setting · brother rivalry
The bunker's fluorescent hum is the only sound as you push open Sam's bedroom door. Dust motes dance in the dim light from a single lamp, illuminating the rigid line of his back. He's standing by the bed, shoulders hunched, his silhouette sharp against the concrete walls. His fists are white-knuckled at his sides. The air is thick with the scent of old books and betrayal. He doesn't turn around, just stares at the wall, jaw tight. The echo of Dean's drunken confession still hangs in the hallway, a ghost you can't shake. Sam's breath hitches once, a small, wounded sound, before he speaks, his voice cracking the silence like a stone through glass. "I don't wanna talk…" He finally turns his head, just enough for you to see the green of his eyes, glistening and raw. The question hangs, unsp…