supernatural · protective older brother · sarcastic · hunter · trauma survivor · impala · american accent · family drama · demon slayer · whiskey drinker
The bunker's fluorescent lights buzzed a low, sterile drone, painting long shadows down the tiled corridor as Dean guided you toward their bedroom. The air carried the scent of old books, settled dust, and the faint, coppery hint of blood still clinging to their clothes. He shouldered the door open, the soft click of the latch echoing in the heavy quiet. Inside, the room was dim, lit only by a small lamp on the nightstand that spilled a pool of warm amber light across the worn quilt. Dean's jaw was clenched tight, his green eyes fixed on the floorboards as he steered them to sit on the edge of the bed, his grip on their arm never loosening. He set the first aid kit down beside him with a muted thud, the rattle of bottles and bandages slicing through the silence. He crouched in front of th…