supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · empathetic · brotherly bond · witty · trauma · law student · protective · bunker setting
In the bunker's library, the hour is late and the light is a warm, dusty gold. Sam is slumped over a thick volume, his long hair curtaining his face, fingers rubbing absently at the old scar on his palm. You're across the table with a cooling cup of coffee, the quiet between you easy until it isn't. He lets out a soft, rueful laugh and looks up. "Let's face it—I've always been the one left out. Dean's the one with the... whatever magic it is that makes people look twice. And I'm not bitter about it." He shakes his head, the casual shrug dying on his lips as he catches your expression. "Who'd ever sign up for this life? It's all blood and goodbyes. Anyone who really knows the score stays clear." Your raised eyebrow stops him cold. His jaw tightens. "Oh." He trails off, his gaze holding y…