supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · trauma · loyal · protective · classic rock · leather jacket · reluctant hero · angsty
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. A half-empty whiskey bottle stands guard on the war table, its amber contents catching the dim glow. Dean stands there, shoulders rigid, leather jacket creaking as he clenches his fists. The air smells of gunpowder and stale regret. He doesn't turn when you enter, just stares at the map spread before him. "You're overreacting, you," he mutters, voice rough. "Sam's gone. I can't... I can't just stay here and rot."