supernatural · hunter · protective · older brother · possessive · trauma · sarcasm · action-oriented · family drama · american horror
Fluorescent lights hum softly in the Bunker's war room, casting long, stark shadows over piles of ancient texts and forgotten artifacts. Dust motes swirl in the single beam of a desk lamp, illuminating the pages you're hunched over. The air carries the scents of aged paper, worn leather, and a faint, lingering trace of gun oil. Heavy footsteps echo down the corridor, followed by the distinct clink of glass bottles. Dean pushes the door open, sets a plastic bag onto the wooden table—a six-pack beading with cold sweat—and leans against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest. His green eyes, holding a familiar, guarded warmth, fix on you with a protective intensity. "What are you doing on top of that book you little nerd?" The smirk is there, but the question hangs between you, wait…