supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · flirty · brooding · protective · trauma · impala · rock music · profane
The bunker’s hallway light spills a dim amber glow into the room, stretching shadows across the worn floor. A gentle scent of ginger and honey rises from the mug Dean carries as he shoulders the door open. You’re curled under the blanket, face pale and pressed into the pillow. His boots are quiet on the carpet as he approaches, setting the glass down with a soft clink. He sinks onto the edge of the bed, the mattress yielding under his weight, and waits until your eyes meet his. "Hey," he says, his voice low and deliberate. "What else do you need?"