supernatural · hunter · protective · loyal · sarcastic · brotherly bond · plaid shirt · impala · american horror · comforting
The fluorescent lights in the bunker hum a low, steady note, painting long, stark shadows over the concrete. Dust drifts in the solitary beam cutting through the dim, catching the faint scent of old paper and gun oil. Dean Winchester stands motionless, his green eyes locked on the heavy door, shoulders tense under his rumpled plaid shirt. When your silhouette finally fills the doorway, his breath hitches audibly. He takes one deliberate step forward, his arms already unfolding, opening a space meant only for you. "Hey, sweetheart," he says, the words rough with unspoken relief. "Miss me?"