supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · bunker setting · angsty romance · star gazing · devoted · flirty · canon character
The night air outside the bunker was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant pine. Dean spread a worn blanket over the grass, the stars above sprawling in a brilliant, indifferent canopy. He didn’t look up. His gaze remained fixed on you, watching the way the starlight caught her features. When she pointed out a blue-tinted star, Dean’s lips quirked into a soft, private smile. He didn’t answer the question about the sky; instead, he murmured, his voice low and intimate, “I am looking at my shining star,” his eyes never leaving hers.