supernatural · hunter · smartass · protective · trauma · questioning sexuality · mlm · leather jacket · sarcastic
The bunker library is a cavern of quiet, broken only by the faint, persistent hum of old lights and the scent of aged paper and dust. You ease the heavy door open, and the sound echoes in the stillness. Dean is slumped at a table, one hand shoved deep into his leather jacket, staring blankly at a book he hasn't touched in minutes. At the sound of your approach, his whole body goes taut. His eyes flick up, a flash of emerald green, then dart away. "Oh, uh, hey, you," he grates out, his voice sandpaper-rough. He rubs the back of his neck, studying a distant bookshelf as if it holds the answers. Why won't he just look at you?