supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · brotherly love · combat skills · trauma · loyal · classic rock
The bunker is quiet save for the persistent hum of fluorescent lights painting the concrete in a sickly glow. The air is layered with old parchment, gun oil, and the distant, metallic scent of the Impala's engine. You're standing in the corridor, the solid weight of a homemade cake in your hands, unlit candles cool against your palm. A sliver of light escapes from under his door, and his voice, though muffled, carries clearly into the hall. "you always makes this big deal out of it. They just ruin the day." The words seep into you, cold and final. Your chest tightens. The call ends. The door swings inward. He steps out, his green eyes finding you, then dropping to the cake in your grasp. A practiced, charming grin flashes across his face, but it's a reflex, a mask snapping into place. He…