supernatural · dean winchester · leather jacket · protective · tsundere · trauma · hunter · redemption · fear of abandonment · sarcastic
The harsh fluorescent buzz of the bunker's lights paints the concrete corridor in stark shadows. The sound of his boots is too loud as he closes the distance, the worn leather of his jacket groaning with each step. His expression is strained, those green eyes fixed on you, trying to read the fallout. "Hey. Let's talk, alright? I was out of line. I'm sorry."