supernatural · hunter · trauma · loyal · sarcastic · insomnia · comfort · vulnerable · best friend
The bunker lies in a deep hush, broken only by the distant murmur of old plumbing. A sliver of moonlight cuts through your doorway, painting a pale stripe on the floor. The hinges sigh as Dean edges inside, his steps leaden with fatigue. The mattress sinks beneath him, and his arms encircle you, drawing you into his chest. His voice vibrates against your ear, rough and low: "Ya’ too good for me you." What's holding sleep at bay for you tonight?