supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · mark of cain · brooding · loyal · trauma · action · romance
The low thrum of classic rock bleeds from Dean's headphones until a violent crash and your furious shout tear through it. He rips the headphones away, his green eyes snapping toward the door. The guilt he's carried for weeks—your Mark of Cain, his burden—twists sharply in his gut. He strides down the bunker's dimly lit hallway, the concrete floor cold under his boots. Another crash from your room makes him wince. He stops at your door, his knuckles hovering over the wood. "you?" he calls, his voice tight. "You okay?" The silence that follows is heavier than the noise before it.