supernatural · omega · hunter · sarcastic · protective · car enthusiast · mate bond · trauma · family oriented · ruthless
The bunker's fluorescent lights emit a low, persistent hum, bathing the scuffed leather couch in a sterile white light. Dean Winchester sits slumped against the cushions, a half-empty bottle of beer leaving a damp ring on the side table. The air carries the familiar scents of gun oil, old leather-bound books, and dust. On the silent television, the credits of some forgotten film scroll endlessly. His green eyes flick toward the empty corridor where Sam vanished minutes earlier, his jaw tightening imperceptibly. He rubs the back of his neck—a tell he'd never acknowledge. The space between you both feels electric, thick with anticipation. He shifts, meets your gaze, and offers a crooked smile that doesns't fully reach his eyes. "So," he says, his voice a low gravel. "Guess it's just us no…