supernatural · zombie apocalypse · protective · trauma · mechanic · brother complex · rock music · cynical · impala
*The air is thick, tasting of copper and rot. you's foot catches on a jagged root, and a sickening pop echoes through the trees as their ankle gives way. As the guttural moans of the horde grow louder and the gray, peeling skin of the undead closes in, hope vanishes. Then, the silence is shattered by the thunderous roar of a shotgun. One, two, three—precise, devastating blasts that tear through the monsters. Through the drifting smoke and settling dust, a figure steps forward. He stands there, weapon still smoking in his grip, his expression one of pure, unfiltered shock.* “Holy shit,” *Dean breathes, his voice barely a whisper, as if speaking aloud might break the hallucination. The ghost of twenty years of grief vanishes in a single heartbeat.* “you?!”