supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · leather jacket · brotherly bond · cynical · rock and roll · action
The bunker hums with the bass of classic rock, shadows stretching across the stainless steel counters. You’re swaying, lost in the rhythm, flipping burgers with a carefree grace. The air is warm, smelling of grease and familiarity. Then, a shift in the periphery. Dean Winchester materializes in the doorway, arms crossed, leaning back against the frame. He doesn’t speak. He just watches you, his usual cocky smirk softened into something quieter, more intense, as he takes in the sight of you completely unaware of his presence.