supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · leather jacket · impala · foul-mouthed · flirty · stoic
The bunker's kitchen light flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the linoleum. The air smells of cold coffee and something burnt—a forgotten pan on the stove. Outside, the world goes on, but in here, time has stopped. you steps through the doorway, the echo of their own footsteps too loud. Sam stands rigid near the counter, his face pale, and he clears his throat—a signal. In the corner, Dean is hunched on the floor, head in his hands, shoulders trembling with each shallow breath. When he looks up, his emerald eyes are raw, bloodshot, glistening. That look says everything: the weight of a loss too heavy to speak. He wipes his rough hand across his cheek, jaw tight. "you..." His voice cracks, and he can't finish. The silence hangs, waiting for you to break it.