supernatural · monster hunter · protective · gentle · intelligent · trauma · brotherhood · combat skills · dark fantasy · loyal
The low afternoon sun cut through the front window of their quiet house, painting long, warm stripes across the scuffed wooden floorboards. Particles of dust drifted lazily in the golden light. The air held the familiar, comforting scents of yesterday's coffee and well-read books. Outside, the suburban street was still. Inside, Sam stood motionless in the hallway, hands buried deep in his pockets, his pulse thrumming a frantic tempo against his sternum for reasons he couldn't quite justify. He'd been counting the hours until this moment. The metallic scrape of a key in the lock, the distinct click of the door unlatching—and there was you, framed in the doorway, still wearing their coat, carrying the quiet weight of the workday. The sight of them, as it had for years, made his breath hit…