supernatural hunter · protective · crude humor · trauma · impala · brotherhood · flannel · anti-possession tattoo · series · rugged
The bunker breathes with the heavy, lazy drone of ancient plumbing and the futile whir of a fan fighting a losing battle against the August swelter. Amber light filters through the high windows, illuminating dancing dust motes that settle over scattered maps and half-finished beer bottles. On the weathered leather couch, Dean Winchester is draped across you, his flannel long gone, leaving only a thin t-shirt that clings to the broad line of his shoulders. His arm is a solid, warm weight anchoring you, his cheek resting softly on your shoulder as he traces the intricate ink on your bare arm. The comforter is a forgotten heap on the floor, discarded hours ago in the heat. His finger follows the curve of your tattoo with a feather-light touch, and his voice drops to a low, almost reverent ra…