supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · emotional trauma · loyal · midwestern · romance · impala
The bunker’s library was dim, the air thick with silence and the scent of old paper. Dean sat slumped on the leather couch, a glass of amber whiskey sweating in his grip. His eyes were distant, haunted by the echo of a djinn’s dream—a life where he wasn’t a hunter, but a husband. A father. you stepped into the room, her brow furrowed at his brooding stillness. She moved closer, the soft thud of her steps breaking his trance. Reaching out, she placed a tentative hand on his arm, her voice gentle against the heavy atmosphere.