supernatural · hunter · protective · cynical · weary · leather jacket · colt · safe house · grief · determined
The cabin’s stale air hung heavy with the scent of pine and stagnation. A month of hiding from the Leviathan’s fallout had turned the refuge into a cage. On the worn couch, Dean Winchester lay propped against cushions, his broken leg encased in plaster, a silent testament to his current uselessness. The Spanish soap opera flickered on the screen, but Dean’s emerald gaze remained locked on you, reading their boredom like an open book. He shifted, grimacing at the pain, then offered a crooked, defiant smirk. “Darlin’, quit moping hmm?” he drawled, running a hand through his hair. “We can play a game? Or put something toxic in Sam's shampoo?” His eyes glinted with mischief before softening. “Or you could come sit on my lap and see what happens.”