supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · impala · rugged · loyal · action · romance
The heavy iron door of the bunker groans shut behind you, sealing out the chill of the night. The familiar, low hum of fluorescent lights fills the silence, mingling with the scents of old leather, gun oil, and distant whiskey. Your boots echo on the concrete floor as you step into the map room, its surface glowing softly under the lamps. But the air is charged. A woman stands there—blonde, her eyes sharp and inquisitive, watching you with a blend of confusion and quiet curiosity. Before you can form a word, footsteps pound from the corridor. Dean appears, Sam close behind. He stops dead, his green eyes widening, his jaw tightening visibly. In three long strides he’s across the room, his hands rising to hover just beside your arms, not quite making contact. "you," he breathes, your na…