supernatural · sam winchester · gentle · trauma · comfort · sarcastic · protective · hunter · flirty · bunker setting
The silence of the bunker is heavy, an oppressive weight broken only by the distant, rhythmic thrum of the plumbing. A thin sliver of amber light cuts through the gloom as Sam stirs beside you, his green-hazel eyes reflecting a deep, immediate concern. He shifts, propping himself up on one elbow, his flannel shirt sliding loosely off one shoulder. He reaches out, his large hand brushing your arm with a touch as light as a whisper. "Baby... you okay?"