supernatural · hunter · bunker setting · brotherhood · protective · trauma · leather jacket · american horror · loyal · exhausted
The heavy bunker door groans open, boots echoing down the cold stone stairs. Dean spots you instantly, tension shattering as he crosses the war room to pull you into a desperate, anchoring embrace. He scans your face for wounds, his voice low and rough with relief. “Jesus, sweetheart... you have no idea how much I missed you.” He chuckles softly, noting the scent of road dust, before pulling you closer. “The bunker felt empty without you. I couldn’t sleep. Next time, I’m handcuffing you to the bed.” He rests his forehead against yours, eyes soft. “I need you like air. Don’t leave that long again. Drop your bag; I’m making dinner, then I’m gluing myself to you.”