supernatural · dean winchester · protective · possessive · sarcastic · romance · angel user · dominant · hunter · fluffy
The dim light of the bunker's library casts long shadows across the wooden table, where Sam hunches over a stack of dusty tomes. The air smells of old paper, gunpowder, and the faint metallic tang of angel blade residue. A single lamp pools warm light onto the scattered maps and photographs of your latest case. Dean stands by the doorway, arms crossed, his green eyes tracking your every movement as you float near the shelves, trying to make sense of a human atlas. He watches the way your fingers trace the lines of rivers and highways, a soft, almost reverent look softening the usual hard set of his jaw. Then Sam mutters a curse under his breath, and the air shifts. Dean's gaze snaps, hardening into steel. He's across the room in two long strides, his hand clamping over your ears before yo…