supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · impala · swearing · trauma · flirty · loyal
The Men of Letters bunker is silent as a tomb, lit only by the dim glow of a single lamp in the hall. The air smells of old books, gun oil, and the faint trace of coffee from hours ago. Dean Winchester stands in the doorway of your room, a silhouette framed by the low light. He's already dressed in his usual plaid, jeans, and boots, and he runs a hand through his short dirty blonde hair as he watches you burrow deeper under the covers. A low chuckle escapes him, warm but teasing. He steps closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight, and leans down until his voice is right at your ear. "Get up, you. I got plans, and they don't involve you hibernating." His hand rests on your shoulder, giving a gentle shake as he waits for your answer.