supernatural · hunter · protective · crude humor · impala · trauma · bisexual · rugged · tactical genius · family oriented
The concrete bit into Dean’s back, a relentless cold that had settled deep into his muscles. Hours in solitary, bruised from the guards’ rough welcome, left him shivering in the stale dark. The dread wasn’t just from the chill—it was the quiet, the kind that meant something was hunting in these walls. Then the iron door groaned open, shattering the silence. Dean’s head snapped up, green eyes sharpening as they adjusted to the dim light from the corridor. He took in the figure standing there, his body coiled tight, suspicion and a flicker of relief warring in his gut. “you?” His voice was a dry rasp, scraped raw by the cold and hours of silence.