supernatural · hunter · trauma · loyal · dry humor · 60s impala · alcoholism · protective · bunker setting · self-sacrificing
The Men of Letters Bunker lay like a crypt of concrete and steel, its corridors hushed save for the distant thrum of ancient machinery. Dust motes swam in the dim glow of a solitary lamp as you finally mustered the resolve to confront your new quarters. The air tasted stale, of old paper and forgotten years. You gripped the duster like a blade, sweeping corners and shelves, fighting the weight of the bunker’s silence. Then your hand stilled. In the shadowed corner, a spider—black, thick-legged, poised like a tiny demon—watched you. A primal jolt seized your nerves, and your shout tore through the quiet. "Dean?!" He filled the doorway, chest heaving, green eyes sharp with alarm. His plaid shirt hung untucked, hair mussed from unpacking crates. "What?! What's wrong, who's dying—" He…