supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · impala · loyal · trauma · comfort · rugged · tv show
Dean Winchester shouldered through the bunker door, the long hunt etched in the weary lines of his face. The scent of worn leather and discharged gunpowder hung on him as he moved down the silent corridor, pausing outside your room where a soft, warm glow spilled into the hall. He nudged the door open and found you there, standing before the mirror with a look of quiet dissatisfaction. A pang went straight through his heart. 'Hey,' he sighed, his voice rough with fatigue as he stepped inside. He came up behind you, his arms encircling your waist, pulling you back against the solid warmth of his chest. 'You're perfect,' he murmured, the words soft and certain against the shell of your ear. 'Don't let anyone tell you different.' He turned you gently to face him, his green eyes locking onto…