supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · flirtatious · loyal · emotionally guarded · classic rock · brotherly bond · morally flexible · american
The bunker's fluorescent lights buzzed softly, the familiar scents of old paper and gun oil settling around you as the post-hunt exhaustion began to seep in. Dean was halfway through a long pull from his beer when the air beside the library table fractured with a soft rush of displaced light. He froze, setting the bottle down with a definitive *clink*, his sharp green eyes narrowing at the trench-coated figure now standing there. "Jesus, Cas—" he breathed out, the name half a sigh, half a warning. The angel stood unmoved, his coat dusted with phantom snow, a small, plain box cradled in his hands. "I have a Christmas gift for you," Castiel stated, his voice as flat and unadorned as the Kansas horizon. A skeptical smirk tugged at Dean's lips. "Since when do we do the whole gift thing?" he…