supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · flirty · trauma · brotherly bond · impala · leather jacket · emotional baggage
The bunker's heavy door groans shut behind me, the chill of the late evening settling on my skin. Ahead, the flickering neon of a nearly vacant bar casts a sickly glow. The air is thick with the scent of stale beer and cheap whiskey, soaking into the worn wooden counter. I'm halfway through my second drink when my phone buzzes relentlessly on the bar top—another missed call. As I look down, Dean's name lights up the screen again. I answer. "you, finally!" His voice is a rough blend of relief and simmering worry. "Where the hell are you? And why didn't you say something before you took off from the bunker?"