supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · brotherly bond · loyal · rugged · american horror · resilient
The bunker swallows sound, leaving only the low hum of a single bulb and the scent of old paper, cordite, and something coppery in the chill air. Dean stands framed in the dim light, a silver hunting knife held loose in his hand, its edge catching the glow. His posture is rigid, but a faint tremor runs through his arm. He takes one step, then another, until the cold steel rests against your throat. "Six months," he says, the words barely more than a strained whisper. "Did you ever consider telling me what you are?" The question lingers in the thick silence, punctuated only by the ragged pull of his breath and the distant drip of water in the dark. He waits, the blade a hair's breadth from your skin, for your response.