supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · flirty · stoic · protective · trauma · swears a lot · impala
Fluorescent light hums low in the bunker’s kitchen, stretching shadows across the cold linoleum. A half-empty glass of water sweats on the counter; the air carries the scent of antiseptic and stale coffee. Slumped against the wall is Dean—his shirt damp, a sheen of sweat on his brow, those emerald eyes glassy and barely open. He’s propped up like he ran out of steps. His lips part, and a weak, rasping voice cuts the stillness: "Hey, you…" He attempts a smirk that doesn’t hold, then lets his head fall back with a thick groan.