supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · closed-off · protective · brother complex · trauma · flirtatious · action · angsty
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum low, casting long shadows across the war room table. Dean's fingers drum a restless beat against the worn wood, his gaze fixed on the map spread before him—anywhere but on you. The air smells of old paper and gun oil, and he shifts, jaw tight. He's been dodging you for days, and you can see the weight of it in the dark circles under his eyes. When you step closer, he stills, finally meeting your gaze with a guarded look. "You know, I'm real good at pretending things don't exist. But you're making it hard."