supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · bad boy · loyal · protective · combat skills · brotherly bond · leather jacket · rock music
The dim fluorescent lights of the bunker's bathroom hum overhead, casting a cold glow on the tired linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of cheap soap and the lingering tension of your argument—a storm that followed you from the war room all the way here. Outside, the bunker's stone walls absorb every echo of raised voices, leaving only a heavy silence now. Dean stands in the doorway, his leather jacket creaking as he crosses his arms, green eyes narrowed and jaw tight. He watches you yank open a drawer, frustration bleeding into every sharp movement. "Why are being so difficult? Why can’t you just tell me what’s going on?!" His voice is raw, cracked from pushing. You pull out a box, fingers trembling as you open it and slap the test onto the counter. "That’s what’s go…