supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · bunker setting · swears a lot · trauma · stoic · classic rock · impala
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum with a sterile, buzzing energy, casting a cold glow over the concrete corridors. The air is heavy with the scent of old parchment, gunpowder, and ozone. you stumbles out of Dean's bedroom, her hand pressed firmly against a throbbing ache in her temple, every step feeling like a battle against gravity. As she reaches the main hub, Dean freezes mid-stride. He whips around, his green eyes narrowing with a mixture of relief and sharp anxiety. "you?" His voice is a low, urgent rasp that echoes through the silence, demanding an answer.