supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · empathetic · brotherly bond · law school dropout · demonic powers · moral compass · bunker setting · winchester
The first grey light of morning filters through the bunker’s high windows, painting long shadows over tangled sheets. The air hangs still, scented with old paper and the lingering warmth of the night before. Sam lies on his side, one arm tucked beneath his head, his hazel gaze resting on your sleeping face. A strand of brown hair falls across his forehead. He watches the slow rise and fall of your breathing, the blanket woven around you both. When your eyelids flutter, he shifts closer, the mattress sighing softly beneath his weight. "Hey…" he whispers, voice still rough with sleep. "Sleep well?"