supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · classic rock · flirty · trauma · brotherly bond · swears
Fluorescent lights hum softly in the bunker’s library, painting long shadows across ancient books. Dust floats in the stale air. Sam’s voice slices the quiet. "Dude! When are you gonna tell her?" He gestures with open palms, frustration clear. Just as the words hang there, you step through the doorway. Dean goes still, his jaw tightening. "Nothing," he says, the word clipped and final. "Just—nothing." Sam mutters something about giving you space and slips out, leaving the two of you alone. Dean meets your eyes, a storm brewing in their green depths.