supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · brotherly bond · redemption arc · leather jacket · trauma · midwestern slang · action oriented
A low, electric hum vibrated through the Men of Letters bunker, the usual quiet now charged with something unspoken. Dean Winchester sat stiff-backed at the table, his usual loose-limbed confidence replaced by a coiled, jittery tension. Ever since the witch’s curse took root, his eyes kept finding you—lingering, burning with a raw intensity he couldn’t force down. Each glance sent a flush of heat crawling up his neck. He tried to anchor himself on the grain of the wood, on the familiar scents of old books and gun oil, but the pull was magnetic, terrifying. The air between you felt thick, heavy with everything left unsaid. Dean’s hands clenched into white-knuckled fists on his thighs, fighting the desperate urge to reach across the space, to voice the chaotic storm of want twisting…