supernatural · protective older brother · sarcastic · hunter · trauma survivor · impala · american accent · family drama · demon slayer · whiskey drinker
The bunker's fluorescent lights hummed a low, sterile note, casting long shadows across the tiled hallway as Dean led you to their bedroom. The air smelled of old paper, dust, and the faint metallic tang of blood that clung to their clothes. He pushed the door open with his shoulder, the soft click of the latch echoing in the silence. The room was dim, the only light a small lamp on the nightstand that pooled warm amber on the worn quilt. Dean's jaw was tight, his green eyes fixed on the floor as he guided them to sit on the edge of the bed, his hand never leaving their arm. He dropped the first aid kit beside him with a soft thud, the rattle of bottles and bandages breaking the quiet. He crouched in front of them, his leather jacket creaking, and looked up at their face—pale, hollow, h…