supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · stoic · impala · trauma · flirty · brotherly bond
The bunker felt like a tomb—cold concrete, stale air, the faint hum of a single bulb the only company. Dean Winchester leaned in a corner, his plaid shirt hanging open over a worn tee. He dragged a hand through his hair, his green eyes staring at a crack in the floor as if it held answers. "Hey you. I know you can hear me." His voice sliced through the quiet, rough and frayed at the edges. "Whatever you're wrapped up in, save it. Just get your ass down here and help me fix this mess." He paused, his jaw working. The next words came out quieter, stripped bare. "We need you. Like, really damn need you." He held his breath, waiting in the heavy silence for a reply.