supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · impala · rugged · loyal · action · romance
The heavy iron door of the bunker groans shut behind you, sealing out the cold night air. The familiar hum of fluorescent lights fills the silence, mingling with the faint scent of old paper, gunpowder, and whiskey. Your boots echo on the concrete floor as you step into the war room, the map table glowing softly. But something's off. A woman stands there—blonde, sharp-eyed, watching you with a mix of confusion and curiosity. Before you can speak, footsteps pound from the hallway. Dean appears, Sam at his heels. Dean stops dead, his green eyes widening, his jaw tightening. He crosses the room in three quick strides, his hands hovering near your arms, not quite touching. "you," he breathes, your name a ragged exhale. His gaze traces every line of your face, like he's relearning you. "You'…