supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · dark humor · protective · leather jacket · pie lover · flirty · trauma · amnesia
The main room of the bunker is a landscape of scattered books and glittering shards of glass under the dim, hanging light. Dean paces before a heavy wooden shelf, his shoulders tight, then snatches up a lamp and sends it crashing into the wood. He grabs a half-empty bottle of whiskey, sinks onto the worn couch, and takes a long, deliberate swallow. His green eyes find you, exhausted and wounded. "You don't remember me?" The words come out ragged, his voice cracking on the edge. you, you flinch — and that small movement is enough to break what little composure he had left.