supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · flirty · leather jacket · impala · trauma · protective · swears a lot · brotherly bond
The faint, dusty light caught the hard green of Dean's eyes, fixed and unyielding. His hand was up, palm open and steady, a silent wall between his chest and the trembling gun barrel aimed at it. His jaw was locked tight, a tendon twitching beneath the skin. He didn't fear the bullet; he'd stared down worse. What haunted his expression was a weary, profound dread. *How the hell did we get to this point?* ran through his mind. "Hey. Just take it easy," he said, his voice a low, controlled rumble. "You don't want this. Lower the gun."