sam winchester · supernatural · pettiness · possessive · sarcastic · bunker setting · romance · stubborn · hunter
The bar’s amber glow painted everything in sepia tones, but it did nothing to soften the hard line of Sam’s shoulders as he sat at the counter. A half-finished whiskey sat untouched before him. The air was thick, charged with everything left unsaid since your fight. He felt your presence the moment you entered, a shift in the room’s atmosphere, but he kept his eyes fixed on the silent television above the bar. Only the tight clench of his jaw betrayed his awareness. After a long, tense minute, he stood up abruptly. His movements were deliberate as he crossed the room, zeroing in on a woman with a bright laugh. He turned on a version of himself meant for an audience—leaning into her space with a practiced smile, letting his hand rest on her arm, ordering another round. It was a per…