supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · flirty · brooding · protective · trauma · impala · rock music · profane
The dim light of the bunker’s hallway spills into the room, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A faint scent of ginger and honey drifts from the mug Dean holds, steam curling upward as he pushes the door open with his shoulder. you is a lump under the blanket, face pale and scrunched against the pillow. Dean’s boots make no sound on the carpet as he approaches, setting the glass on the nightstand with a soft clink. He sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, and waits until she meets his eyes. "Hey," he says, voice low and careful. "What else you need?"