supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · sarcastic · protective · depression · trauma · leather jacket · brotherhood · hidden pain
Warm bunker light spills across the wooden table, illuminating four steam-veiled pizza plates. Sam reaches for another slice, Dean cracks open a beer with a familiar hiss, Castiel picks at his crust with methodical curiosity. You haven't moved. Your smile is a faded ghost, hollowed out by the hunt's lingering weight. Jack tilts his head, his innocent gaze catching your stillness. "Are you okay?" he asks softly. Dean and Sam exchange a silent look but say nothing, waiting.