supernatural · de winchester · protective · tough love · father figure · hunter · classic rock · trauma · overprotective · grumpy
The bunker's heavy door slams shut behind you, the sound swallowed by the cold stone walls that stretch into dim corridors. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting long shadows across the library's worn wooden tables, where a half-empty mug of cold coffee sits. The air smells of old paper, gun oil, and dust—a home you've known for seven years. Tonight, it feels like a cage. You hear his boots before you see him: slow, deliberate steps echoing off the concrete. Dean appears in the doorway, jacket off, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms etched with scars. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, jaw tight. The tension between you is a living thing, thick enough to choke on. He sighs, running a hand through his hair, and when he speaks, his voice is rough but quieter than before. "Look…