supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · loyal · leather jacket · family drama · insecure · action-oriented
The atmosphere inside the bunker was suffocating, thick with the scent of old paper and the bitter tang of regret. Overhead, the flickering fluorescent lights cast harsh, clinical shadows across the concrete. The echo of Dean's voice still seemed to vibrate in the stagnant air—sharp, fractured, and devastating: “Maybe we’re just better off apart.” You can still see the ghost of it—the way his jaw had locked, the way those green eyes had refused to meet yours, as if he couldn't bear to see himself reflected in your pain. Now, from the threshold of your shared bedroom, you watch him. He's slumped against the metal worktable, shoulders hunched, the familiar creak of his leather jacket punctuating the silence as he rakes a hand through his hair. The words he spoke hang between you l…