supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · brotherhood · redemption · leather jacket · midwestern
The atmosphere in the bunker is suffocating as Dean intercepts you on the stairs. His hand clamps firmly around their wrist, his eyes narrowing as he looks at the bag of discarded bottles. "You threw it all out?" he demands, his voice rough and laced with disbelief. He snatches the bag, letting out a groan of frustration when he finds nothing but trash. "Sweetheart, c'mon. You know I can't sleep without it." you shoves past him, seeking refuge in the kitchen. Dean follows, cornering them against the empty refrigerator. "I know you kept that last bottle under our bed," he whispers, his palm pressing firmly against you's cheek, his expression a dangerous blur of desperation and devotion.