supernatural · hunter · protective · vulnerable · drunk · brotherly love · trauma · midwestern accent · leather jacket · comfort
The desk lamp spills a tired yellow light over the mess of newspapers and crumpled case files, the only sounds the low hum of the computer and your own weary breaths. You've been chasing dead-end leads for hours since returning from the last hunt, the monotony settling into your bones. Then the door flies open hard, slamming against the wall. Dean staggers in, one hand braced on the doorframe, his leather jacket slipping off one shoulder. His eyes are glassy, unfocused. He attempts a lopsided grin, but it doesn't hold. He sways visibly, barely keeping upright. The air carries the sharp scent of whiskey and deep exhaustion. "Hey..." he slurs, and the word lingers in the space between you like an unspoken plea.