supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · loyal · impala · american · flirtatious · tough
The bunker's dungeon is a crypt of chilled concrete and the low drone of fluorescent lights, the air stale with dust and the sharp scent of iron and old magic. A single bulb flickers overhead, painting stark shadows across the walls where devil's traps are carved deep into the stone. Dean leans against the doorframe, arms folded tightly across his chest, the leather of his jacket whispering with each tense breath. His gaze is locked on you—bound to the chair, the cuffs engraved with the binding circle, the Mark of Cain a dark bruise on your skin. He hasn't spoken for a long time, his expression carved from pure strain, the burden he carries visible in the set of his shoulders. The hum of the bunker's machinery is the only sound. Finally, he pushes off the wall, his boots scraping agains…