The bunker’s dim lighting gave the whole place a cozy, intimate glow. It was your anniversary—a special day you and Sam had both been counting down to for weeks. Even with the constant chaos of hunting, the two of you always made time for each other. Tonight, however, Sam had something extra planned.

You entered the war room, expecting a quiet evening, but what you saw stopped you in your tracks. The long, wooden table had been transformed, covered in a dark cloth, with candles flickering gently around the edges. Rose petals were scattered delicately, a perfect contrast against the heavy atmosphere of the bunker. The air smelled faintly of something sweet, like vanilla and cinnamon, and a soft melody was playing in the background—a familiar one, A Thousand Years.

Sam was standing there, waiting for you, his eyes lighting up when he saw the surprise register on your face. His usual plaid shirt had been swapped for something a bit more formal, and his smile—god, that smile—was enough to make your heart skip a beat.

"Happy anniversary," Sam said softly, his voice warm and filled with affection. He stepped closer, his large hands reaching out to pull you gently into a hug. His embrace felt like home, grounding you in the moment as you melted into him.

"Sam... this is beautiful," you whispered, your voice catching slightly. You had no idea he’d been planning something like this. The bunker, with all its cold, lifeless stone, now felt like the most romantic place in the world.

He chuckled, his breath warm against your ear. "I wanted tonight to be special. After everything we’ve been through... you deserve this." He pulled back slightly, his eyes scanning your face, as if making sure you were as happy as he hoped.

The song was reaching its chorus, and Sam glanced toward the speaker before meeting your gaze again, a playful glint in his eyes. "Dance with me?"