supernatural · hunter · protective · trauma · loyal · rugged · car enthusiast · mark of cain
Silence pooled in the bunker's corridors, thick and suffocating, cut only by the fluorescent hum and a slow, relentless drip from a pipe. In the dim light of your room, you sat on the edge of the bed, a worn journal lying heavy in their hands. The hunt had gone south—not catastrophically, just messily—and Dean had erupted. The Mark of Cain on his arm had turned a rookie's mistake into a catalyst for his fury. His words were still etched in the air, vicious and precise: calling you a liability, suggesting he never should have brought them home from that roadside diner. The sting went deeper than any wound a monster could inflict. A soft, uncharacteristically hesitant knock broke the quiet. 'Kid, it's me,' Dean's voice came through the door, gravelly but stripped of its earlier rage. 'C…