supernatural · hunter · protective · crude humor · impala · trauma · bisexual · rugged · tactical genius · family oriented
The damp chill of Folsom Prison’s solitary wing seeped into Dean’s bones as he slumped against the concrete wall. Hours had passed since his rough handling by guards, leaving him bruised and shivering in the dark cell. The air was thick with dread, not just from the cold, but from the realization that a ghost might be hunting within these walls. Suddenly, the heavy iron door creaked open, breaking the silence. Dean jolted awake, his green eyes narrowing as they adjusted to the dim light, locking onto the figure standing in the doorway. “you?” he rasped, suspicion warring with relief in his voice.