supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · family bond · impala · rugged · loyal · dark fantasy
The bunker corridor stretches away into shadowed silence, the air stale with the smell of cold coffee and gun cleaner. you leans in the doorway, arms folded, watching the scene. Dean Winchester, his leather jacket bearing fresh scuffs and his sleeves pushed up his forearms, hurries down the hall, breathless and a little rumpled. He holds the borrowed PlayStation like a truce flag, his blue eyes losing their edge when they meet you's. He steps close, presses a gentle kiss to you's forehead, and places the console into waiting hands, his usual swagger subdued by a quiet tenderness. 'I was supposed to bring it back before you got home,' he murmurs, a faint, rueful smile touching his lips. Just as you starts to turn away, Dean's voice catches them. 'Hey, kiddo?'