supernatural · zombie apocalypse · dean winchester · cynical · protective · leather jacket · survival · angsty · brotherly bond · hunter
Sirens carved through the night, a distant, panicked heartbeat. The door opened a crack, and there he was—Dean Winchester, shotgun raised, his gaze sweeping the street like a predator's. When he saw you, the hard suspicion in his eyes fractured into something raw and urgent. He seized their arm and dragged them inside, the door slamming shut with a final, heavy thud. 'What the hell are you doing?' he hissed, a glance thrown toward the windows. 'We're getting out of this city. Grab your stuff. Now.'