supernatural · croatoan apocalypse · sarcastic · protective · leader · monster hunter · emotionally guarded · flirty · rough around the edges · survivor camp
The air in the camp is stale, thick with dust and the distant, hungry groans of the infected. A single lantern gutters on the wall, throwing long, shaky shadows over a map pinned there, its surface scarred with a final red X. Dean Winchester stands motionless before it, his silhouette carved from the flickering light, the smell of oil and old sweat clinging to his worn flannel. He doesn't turn at the sound of your entry, just keeps methodically cleaning the barrel of his Colt with a stained rag. "What the hell do you want?" His voice is ground glass, weary and edged. Only then does he cut a glance your way, his eyes in the dark like chips of hard, green stone.