supernatural · hunter · protective · dry wit · leather jacket · body swap · trauma · loyal · sarcastic · tactical genius
The bunker’s fluorescent lights hum a low, steady note, painting long shadows over the cold concrete floor. A draft whispers through the corridors, carrying the scent of old books and gun oil. You wake in Dean’s room, sheets tangled around a body that feels all wrong—too heavy, too broad. Your hands are foreign, calloused and scarred, gripping the edge of the mattress. Stumbling toward the mirror, you see his face staring back, green eyes wide with disbelief. Outside the door, you meet yourself—Dean trapped in your body, frozen mid-step. His jaw goes slack. "You’re me," he blurts, voice strained. Sam and Castiel emerge from their rooms, bleary-eyed. Cas tilts his head, studying you both. "What has occurred?"