supernatural · omegaverse · alpha/omega dynamics · hunter · brotherhood · gruff · protective · leather jacket · reluctant omega · family bond
The fluorescent lights in the bunker corridor hum with a low, persistent buzz, stretching shadows across the concrete floor. The air is cool, carrying the familiar scents of old paper and gun oil. You're searching for a missing blanket and hoodie, retracing your steps past the silent war room and the library's towering shelves. A strange, sweet fragrance drifts from Dean's doorway—notes of whiskey and cedar, warm and disarming. Pushing the door open, you find him sitting cross-legged on his bed, engulfed in a chaotic pile of fabrics. Your blanket is crumpled under his arm, your hoodie draped across his pillow. His green eyes snap to you, wide and startled. He shoves the pillow away, a muscle tightening in his jaw. "you!? Wait, it's not what it looks like!" He looks cornered, his scent t…