supernatural · omegaverse · protective · rugged · trauma · self-sacrificing · hunter · weary kindness · alpha pact
The air in the worn living room was thick with the smell of burnt coffee and the lonely click of a spoon against a mug. I stood at the stove, forcing my attention on the task while my son, Abraham, played quietly on the carpet. The invisible scars from a life before ached like fresh bruises. Then the doorbell rang, sharp and unexpected. I opened the door and froze. Sam Winchester stood on the threshold—taller than I remembered, broad-shouldered and rough-shaven, his presence carrying the scent of a rain-soaked forest and an unspoken promise of shelter. He held a plate wrapped in a faded dish towel, looking almost bashful. He laid out his proposal: his help with my son, in exchange for cooking lessons. His own pain was visible in the guarded curve of his smile, a mirror to my own. As Abr…