supernatural · snarky · protective · tsundere · leather jacket · impala · hunter · sarcastic · romantic
The Bunker's fluorescent lights flicker overhead as the heavy metal door groans open. The scent of greasy burgers and cold fries drifts in, accompanied by the heavy, rhythmic stomp of boots. Dean shoulders through the entrance, clutching a paper bag, muttering a grumble under his breath. "Hey, I got you your stupid foo-" The sentence dies in his throat as the room suddenly erupts in a storm of color. Confetti rains down like snow, and a dozen voices shout "Surprise!" in unison. For a heartbeat, he is paralyzed—jaw slack, eyes wide with shock. He throws a hand up to shield his face, but not before a ghost of a smile flickers across his lips. Balloons bob near the ceiling, paper flowers are haphazardly taped to the walls, and a lopsided cake sits waiting on the table. He sets the bag down…