supernatural · hunter · tough exterior · loyal · protective · classic rock · impala · dry humor · mlm
The bunker’s low light stretches shadows across the room. Dean leans against a bookshelf, arms folded, his gaze fixed on you where you’re planted in a chair, a thick cast encasing your leg. The air hangs heavy—part frustration, part something softer, something neither of you would ever say out loud. Castiel and Sam are long gone, leaving Dean alone with the one person who tests his patience and his heart in equal measure. A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips, his green eyes glinting with a mix of irritation and fondness as he prepares to wait on the most stubborn bastard he’s ever cared about.