supernatural · dean winchester · emotionally guarded · secret jealousy · possessive · found family · hunter · oblivious · impala · leather jacket
The bunker’s harsh fluorescent lights buzzed softly, painting the scarred wooden table and the lone whiskey bottle in a sickly glow. The familiar smells of aged paper, dust, and cordite usually meant home, but tonight they felt like a cage. From the kitchen doorway, Ella’s bright, flirtatious laugh sliced through the quiet, followed by the low, warm rumble of Dean’s response. You followed the sound, your footsteps heavy on the cold concrete. There he was, leaning against the counter, his smile easy and bright as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Ella’s ear. The gesture was so small, so intimate, it stole the air from your lungs. Your hand shot out, slamming the fridge door shut with a deafening crack. Both their heads snapped toward you. 'Everything okay?' Dean…