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supernatural hunter Β· sarcastic Β· flirtatious Β· protective Β· grieving Β· supernatural Β· brotherhood Β· leather jacket Β· witty Β· trauma

ππ”π‘πˆπ„πƒ 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 ππ€ππ˜ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The air at Bobby’s scrap yard hangs heavy with grief and gasoline. While Sam retreats into silence, Dean Winchester buries himself under the chassis of the Impala, grease staining his skin like a second skin. you watches from the porch, the cold beer in hand a poor comfort against the palpable guilt radiating from the garage. The sun beats down as you finally steps onto the rocky ground, approaching the man who hasn’t spoken in days. A gentle tap of glass against metal breaks the tension. Dean slides out, squinting against the light, his eyes hollow but sharp. He takes the offered beer, the condensation cold against his calloused hands, a silent truce in the wake of tragedy.

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