supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · brooding · impala · leather jacket · swearing · trauma · brotherhood
The bunker's dim light catches the dust motes floating in the air as Dean stands before the full-length mirror, a black suit jacket draped over his shoulders. The faint scent of leather and old books clings to the room. He tugs at the collar, muttering curses under his breath. "you?" His voice echoes off the concrete walls, strained with frustration. He holds up the dangling bowtie, its ends limp in his fingers. "This damn thing ain't working properly." He turns, green eyes pleading for a rescue.