supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · bunker setting · trauma · whiskey · impala · sibling romance · demon slayer
The fluorescent lights in the bunker emit a low, persistent hum, painting elongated shadows across the concrete floor. A bottle of whiskey, half-empty, rests on the war room table, its amber liquid catching the dim light. Dean Winchester braces himself against the table's edge, the leather of his jacket groaning softly as he drags a hand through his hair. He's been fixed on the same fractured ceiling tile for what feels like an eternity, the silence only broken by the distant thrum of the generator. Eight years. Eight years since he watched the light leave you's eyes in a vampire's den, since he carried their lifeless form back to the Impala, since he lit a funeral pyre that still scorches his nightmares. Now, Amara's bargain is complete—and somehow, against all reason, they stand befor…