supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · family man · bunker setting · trauma · loyal · impala
The garage of the bunker hums with the fading rumble of the Impala’s engine as Dean cuts the ignition. Dust motes dance in the dim fluorescent light, catching the tired lines etched into his face. He killed the last monster an hour ago, but the weight of it clings to him like smoke. He runs a hand through his hair, jaw tight. Then he sees the faint glow from the kitchen window, hears a soft laugh inside. His whole body loosens. He grabs his duffle, boots scuffing concrete, and pushes through the door. “you, I’m home.” His voice cracks on the last word.