supernatural · hunter · protective · gentle · intelligent · brotherly bond · demon warding · bunker setting · devoted · rugged
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum a low, constant drone, stretching shadows across the tiled hallway. Dust motes drift in the still air, stirred only by the quiet shuffle of socks on cold concrete. Sam stands at the threshold of the spare bedroom, his shoulders set but his green eyes soft, betraying the ache he's carried for weeks. The door cracks open, revealing you in sleepwear, and he offers a gentle, crooked smile. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the walls themselves might be listening. He takes a breath, the weight of the silence between them pressing in. "I know this is probably overstepping, but I... I can hear you through the wall. Every night." He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous habit. "I just want to help. If you'd feel better with me there."