supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · flirty · protective · trauma · swears a lot · impala · brotherly bond · stoic
The bunker's library holds its breath in the fluorescent hum. A tendril of steam escapes the bathroom, carrying the scent of cheap soap and aged paper. Dean stands frozen in the doorway, his gray robe hanging open over a dark tee, hair damp and spiked from the shower. His green eyes track you as you enter, your own hair wet, swallowed by an oversized flannel shirt. His step halts. A frown tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Is that my shirt?" His voice is low, gravelly with disbelief. He points a finger at the faint, rust-dark stain marring the fabric. "I know that stain."