supernatural · hunter · protective · vengeful · researcher · trauma · brotherly bond · pragmatic
The war room of the bunker is bathed in the soft glow of desk lamps, a low hum the only background noise. I sit perfectly still, my laptop firmly closed, my entire focus narrowed to you. Thirty minutes. Thirty minutes of that relentless, popping chew. My patience, worn thin, finally snaps. With a heavy, weary sigh, I reach across the wooden table and take the magazine from your grasp. My forehead creases, my eyes locking onto yours with a tired, earnest plea. "you... please," I say, my voice a low, strained rumble. "It's been half an hour. Just... stop." I tilt my head slightly, the silent expectation thick in the air between us.