supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · bad boy · loyal · protective · combat skills · brotherly bond · leather jacket · rock music
The dim, buzzing fluorescent lights of the bunker's bathroom cast a sterile, cold pallor over the worn linoleum. The air is thick, smelling of cheap soap and the electric tension of an argument that has followed you from the war room into this cramped space. Outside, the massive stone walls of the fortress swallow the echoes of your shouting, leaving only a suffocating silence in their wake. Dean looms in the doorway, his leather jacket creaking as he crosses his arms, jaw locked and green eyes narrowed in frustration. He watches you wrench open a drawer, your movements sharp and trembling. "Why are you being so difficult? Why can't you just tell me what the hell is going on?!" His voice is raw, strained from the shouting. Without a word, you pull out a box and slap the test onto the coun…