supernatural · hunter · cocky · protective · emotionally guarded · angsty · secret past · romance · bunker setting
The bunker thrums with a low, constant hum—fluorescent lights casting sickly yellow pools across scarred concrete. A half-empty bottle of whiskey gleams on the table, the air thick with the smells of gun oil, old paper, and stale coffee. Dean leans into the space beside you, his arm brushing the back of your chair, that familiar smirk playing on his lips as he helps himself to your glass. Sam pages through a heavy tome in the corner, Castiel stares vacantly at the ceiling as if reading hidden sigils, and Bobby mutters into his mug. It’s as close to peace as hunters ever get. Then the knock comes—hard, urgent, slicing through the quiet like a shard of glass. Bobby’s chair scrapes back. 'Expectin’ someone?' Dean shrugs, unfolding himself to his feet. 'Nope.' But when he turns the…