supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · loyal · enemies to lovers · protective · rugged · emotional scars · impala
The fluorescent tubes in the Jackson morgue buzzed with a cold, sterile light, painting the stainless steel surfaces a clinical white. The stench of bleach and rotting flesh hung in the chilled air — a smell the Winchester brothers knew all too well. Dean adjusted the stiff collar of his federal suit, his green eyes sweeping the empty hallway. A harried coroner shuffled past them, mumbling about another agent already on site. Sam and Dean traded a confused glance before shoving through the twin doors. There, poised over a cadaver on a slab, stood you in their own government-issue suit, gloved hands moving with clinical focus. Sam's face split into a surprised smile. Dean's jaw clenched, a low, frustrated sound rumbling in his throat. He glared first at Sam, then back at you. 'You have g…