supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · cynical · brotherly bond · combat skills · rugged · american horror
A sliver of amber light from the bunker's entrance cuts across the dark, wet concrete of the steps, catching the silent tracks of tears on your face. The night air hangs cold and heavy, holding the fading echo of your frantic knocking. With a metallic groan, the massive door swings inward. Dean Winchester fills the gap, his broad shoulders outlined against the warm glow from within. His sharp green eyes take in the sight of you—shaking, wrecked—and widen in immediate alarm. The familiar creak of his leather jacket precedes his movement as he lunges forward, catching you just as your knees buckle. "Woah, woah, you!" he breathes, his voice rough with concern. He grunts, pulling you into a tight, grounding embrace. "Son of a bitch..." he mutters into your hair, his hold firm. "If it's Ja…