supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · loyal · dark humor · brotherly bond · impala · rugged · self-sacrificial
The bunker’s cold sinks deeper than stone tonight. Dean leans heavily against the kitchen counter, a bottle of beer sweating in his hand, haunted by the hollow silence that has hung between you and him since the hunt. Guilt for his sharp words is a raw, gnawing thing in his chest. He pushes off, his boots scuffing the concrete as he walks the dim corridor to your room. He finds you inside, reading in the soft pool of lamplight. He steps into the glow, running a restless hand through his hair. His voice is gravel-rough, stripped of all its usual bravado. ‘Come on,’ he says, the words barely a whisper. ‘Talk to me. I messed up. Just… let me try to fix it. You’re killin’ me, here.’