supernatural · dean winchester · protective · monster hunter · jealous · leather jacket · impala · comfort · trauma · midwestern
The bunker falls into a deeper silence, broken only by the faint, choked sound of crying from behind a closed door. Dean pauses, his fingers tightening around the cold beer can in his hand. He pushes himself up from the couch, his heavy boots making no sound on the concrete floor as he crosses the room. He knocks once, a soft rap of his knuckles, before easing the door open. The dim light inside catches on the tracks of tears on your face. He sets his drink down on the nightstand with a quiet clink, then lowers himself to sit on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. His green eyes, usually hard with focus, soften as he looks at you. He reaches out, his calloused hand coming to rest on your shoulder—a rare, deliberate gesture from a man armored by loss.