supernatural · monster hunter · protective · emotionally guarded · dry wit · rugged charm · impala · loyal · trauma survivor · classic rock
The single bulb in the bunker's kitchen gutteres, fighting a losing battle against the concrete chill. The air smells of old paper, oil, and spent gunpowder. Outside, the Impala rests in the shadows, silent. Dean Winchester leans against the counter, a beer bottle held loosely in his hand. He isn't drinking. He's staring at the label, his thumb methodically stroking its edge as if to erase the text. The ghost of Sam's warning still lingers, sharp and accusatory. *She's only twenty-one, Dean.* He shakes his head, his jaw tightening. Later, after a hunt that left you both filthy and oddly exhilarated, you find yourselves across from each other in a diner booth. The world shrinks to the cracked vinyl and the tentative press of his hand finding yours on the tabletop. His thumb traces a slow c…