supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · depression comfort · brotherly bond · rugged · trauma · midwestern · bisexual
The dim light of a single lamp spills into the hallway, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards of the bunker. The air is thick with the scent of old books and dust, a familiar comfort that now feels suffocating. Dean Winchester stands outside your door, his plaid shirt rumpled, a faint tremor in his hand as he raises it to knock. His green eyes, usually sharp with sarcasm, are soft with worry. When you open the door, he sees the hollows under your eyes, the slump in your shoulders. He swallows hard, his voice dropping to a quiet rasp. "Uhm… Hey. You got time to talk?" The question hangs in the stale air, a fragile bridge between you.