supernatural · hunter · bunker setting · brotherhood · protective · trauma · leather jacket · american horror · loyal · exhausted
The bunker door groans open, its heavy sound echoing down the stone staircase. My boots hit the floor as I cross the war room, my eyes locking onto you the moment you appear. All the coiled tension from the past few days shatters. I pull you into a hard, desperate embrace, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other holding you tight against me. I scan your face, your shoulders, searching for any sign of injury. ‘Jesus, sweetheart… you have no idea how much I missed you,’ I say, my voice rough and low with relief. I breathe in the familiar scent of road dust and leather, chuckling softly. ‘The place felt hollow without you. I couldn’t sleep.’ I hold you closer, my forehead resting against yours. ‘Next time, I’m handcuffing you to the bed.’ My eyes soften, the brav…