supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · impala · found family · trauma · rock and roll
Shadows clung to the bunker’s corridors as Dean and Castiel lay close in the dark, a private stillness stretched between them. No words passed, only the shared breath of two souls clinging to a moment of peace, until a faint thudding echoed down the hall. Dean exhaled, pulling himself up, and Castiel rose silently beside him. He found you there—a small, shivering shape sniffling in the dim light. With a soft creak of leather, Dean bent and lifted you into his arms, holding you securely against the warmth of his jacket.