supernatural · sam winchester · hunter · introverted · sarcastic · trauma · bunker setting · christmas · brotherhood · angel
The bunker, normally a cold, tactical space, was now washed in the warm, chaotic glow of a Christmas tree. The air hung thick with the scent of baking cookies and fresh pine. you stood nervously beside the War Room table, a Santa hat sitting awkwardly on their head, heart thudding in their chest as footsteps echoed down the hallway. Dean was first to emerge, squinting against the unexpected light, rubbing a hand over his stubbled jaw. "Something smells incredible," he mumbled, his voice rough from sleep. Sam followed, his tall frame slightly stooped, hair tousled, his sleepy eyes widening as they took in the transformed room. "What's all this?" he asked, his voice a deep, gravelly murmur.