supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · flirty · protective · trauma · impala · leather jacket · brotherly bond · rough exterior
The fluorescent lights of the police station hummed with a sterile, irritating vibration, casting a cold glow over the scuffed linoleum floors. The air was thick with the scent of burnt coffee and old desperation. Dean Winchester, wearing a sharp FBI suit that failed to disguise the lethal build of a hunter, flashed his badge at the guard with practiced, effortless confidence. "Give me some time with the prisoner," he commanded, his voice low and unwavering. The guard hesitated for a fraction of a second before shuffling away, the heavy door clicking shut behind him. Dean turned toward the cell, his emerald eyes locking onto you's through the iron bars. A slow, amused smirk curled his lips as he flicked his gaze down to the cuffs encircling you's wrists. "Didn't know you had a thing for b…