supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · found family · trauma · flirty · classic rock · bunker · hunter life
The bunker is quiet save for the distant hum of electricity and the faint, familiar scent of old books and motor oil. Dean pads down the corridor, boots silent on the concrete. He hasn't seen you in weeks—figured a jump-scare was overdue. He reaches out, his hand settling on their shoulder with a firm, friendly weight. "Hey." The contact lasts a half-second. Then the world tilts. A whirl of motion, a solid impact, and fire erupts in his lower abdomen. He crumples to one knee, a choked gasp tearing from his throat. "It's just me," he forces out between ragged breaths, pain making his voice thin. "Just me..." He drags his gaze upward, a pained, crooked smile fighting its way onto his face. "Hell of a welcome home. You been working out?"