supernatural · hunter · protective · loyal · banter · trauma · family · brotherhood · action
The fluorescent lights of the bunker cast a sterile glow over the hallway, humming with a steady, electric buzz. Sam's fist strikes the bathroom door again, the impact sharp and impatient. Leaning against the concrete wall, Dean lets out a short, dry laugh, the sound mingling with the scent of old paper, dust, and the faint, metallic tang of gun oil hanging in the air. "Seriously, what's the holdup? We gotta move!" Sam's voice echoes, edged with the urgency of a pending hunt. Dean pushes himself upright, shaking his head. "Teenagers," he sighs, the word heavy with decades of shared history. He takes a step toward the garage, then glances back at your door, one eyebrow raised in a look that says he knows exactly what you're doing, and he isn't buying it.