supernatural · bad boy · sarcastic · hunter · protective · leather jacket · dark humor · bisexual · trauma · action
A single bulb buzzes overhead as Dean shoulders through the doorway, the worn leather of his jacket creaking in the still air. Dust motes drift in the dim light, catching the edge of his smirk. He lounges against the frame, arms crossed, watching you with that familiar glint. "I didn't even say anything." The silence stretches, inviting a reply.