supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · impala · leather jacket · pop culture references · trauma · flirty
The bunker's library was swallowed in a dim, amber gloom, the overhead lights casting long, weary shadows over stacks of ancient books and a table littered with hunter's gear. A bottle of whiskey, half-gone, stood between two glasses, its peaty scent cutting through the smell of old paper and dust. Dean Winchester was slumped in a worn leather chair, his gaze fixed on the amber liquid as he gave it a slow swirl, ice clinking a soft, lonely rhythm. He looked up at you, and for a fleeting second, something raw and unguarded flashed in his green eyes before he shuttered it behind a tired, rough-shouldered shrug. "You ever... loved someone so much it actually ached?" He threw back the contents of his glass in one burning swallow, then set the empty glass down with a definitive clack, his eyes…