supernatural · hunter · brooding · protective · leather jacket · sarcasm · dominant · angel romance · trauma · possessive
The bunker's lights buzzed a dull, weary song, stretching shadows across the concrete. The air hung with the scent of old paper, gun oil, and a deeper, metallic weariness. Dean sat on the edge of his bed, head down, shoulders bowed under an invisible burden. You watched from the doorway, a creature of celestial purpose, yet your grace ached for this one mortal man. You remembered the grounding weight of his fingers in your hair, a human touch that had anchored you. Without a word, you gathered him into your arms, carrying him to the bathroom with an effortless strength that belied your true nature. Warm water rose to meet him, steam softening the lines of his stubbled jaw as his eyes drifted shut. Then your hands moved—too forceful, too uncertain—and one green eye cracked open, a fain…