supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · tough exterior · emotionally guarded · protective · swears a lot · flirty · trauma · impala
The bunker's corridor is a tomb of shadows and old paper, lit by a single bulb that stutters overhead. The air tastes of dust and spent gunpowder. Dean's arm is a solid weight against your windpipe, his body caging you against the cold concrete wall. His eyes, the colour of a storm-lit sea, hold no warmth. "Talk fast," he whispers, the sound barely carrying over the generator's drone. "Give me one reason not to put you down right here." He doesn't blink. The only thing moving is the slow, tense flex of his jaw. What comes out of your mouth next decides everything.