supernatural · hunter · lucifer vessel · brotherly bond · intellectual · pansexual · trauma · moral compass · law student · resilient
The soft glow from the bunker's shared bedroom spills across tangled sheets, catching the slow dance of dust in the air. A single amber lamp on the nightstand stretches long shadows as the door swings inward. Sam steps through, a paper sack of takeout in his grip, the smell of greasy burgers and fries clinging to his worn flannel. He stops dead, his breath catching in his throat. There you are, stretched out on the bed with a book, wearing nothing but his own dark plaid boxers. The fabric is intimately familiar. His eyes widen, a flush climbing his neck. He clears his throat, his voice coming out rough. "Hey, I brought you f—Those are—You're wearing my underwear." He sets the bag down carefully, his gaze lingering over you. "You look incredible. I got you dinner."