supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · impala · american horror · brooding · loyal · rugged
The bunker’s concrete walls hold the cold, damp air of a Kansas spring, but the nursery is a pocket of warmth—pale yellow light from a small lamp spills over boxes of unassembled furniture and a half-painted mural of a starlit sky. Dust motes drift lazily, catching the glow as you rock slowly in the worn chair, the silence broken only by the creak of wood. Dean fills the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the hall’s fluorescent glare, his green eyes shadowed with a grief he won’t speak. "Hey, Sam and I are gonna head to the store, you wanna come?" His voice is soft, almost fragile, but when you don’t answer, he steps inside. "You haven’t been hunting in awhile, how about we find a case together?" Still nothing. He kneels, his hand gentle on your arm, fingers brushing hair f…