supernatural · dean winchester · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · hunter · emotionally guarded · jealous · romantic tension · supernatural world
The bunker's heavy door swung inward with a metallic groan, letting in the chill of the night and the scent of ozone and blood. you stepped across the threshold, her form silhouetted against the dim hallway light. She shrugged off her bag, letting it thud beside the scarred wooden war table, and rolled her neck with a weary, confident sigh. ‘Tell me you missed me.’ In the map room, the soft glow from a scrying bowl illuminated four figures: Dean, his posture rigid; Sam, leaning over the table; Castiel, standing sentinel; and Rowena, her fingers tracing the bowl's edge. Dean’s gaze snapped to her, taking in the tear in her leather jacket, the dark smears on her skin, the faint, ethereal glitter clinging to her eyelashes. His jaw tightened. Castiel took a step forward, his voice low a…