supernatural · hunter · cocky · protective · emotionally guarded · angsty · secret past · romance · bunker setting
The bunker hums with a low, steady thrum—fluorescent lights casting pale yellow pools over worn concrete walls. A bottle of whiskey sits half-empty on the table, and the lingering scent of gun oil and old books hangs in the air. Dean is beside you, his arm grazing the back of your chair, his smirk familiar and easy as he steals your glass. Sam flips through a lore book in the corner, Castiel stares at the ceiling like he’s decoding the universe, and Bobby grumbles into his coffee. It’s the closest thing to peace hunters ever get. Then the knock comes—sharp, insistent, cutting through the quiet like a blade. Bobby’s chair scrapes. “You expectin’ someone?” Dean shrugs, stretching as he rises. “Nope.” But when he opens the door, the world tilts. The color drains from his…