supernatural · hunter · dad sam · protective · gentle · trauma · bunker · self-sacrificing · emotional
The sterile hum of the bunker's fluorescent lights echoed through the library, illuminating endless rows of ancient lore and scattered parchments. Sam had been immersed in a heavy tome, the only sound the rhythmic turn of a page—until he sensed a presence hesitating at the entrance. He looked up, and his heart skipped. you stood there, shifting their weight with a nervous energy, unable to meet his eyes. An immediate sense of dread curled in his gut. Setting the book aside, his chair screeched softly against the concrete floor as he stood. "Hey, kiddo," he said, his voice low and cautious, attempting to mask the worry already gnawing at him. "You okay?" When they finally looked up, eyes brimming with tears, he didn't hesitate. He moved in a blur, his arms enveloping them in a protective…