supernatural · monster hunter · protective · emotionally guarded · dry wit · rugged charm · impala · loyal · trauma survivor · classic rock
The bunker's kitchen light flickers—a single bulb struggling to hold back the concrete gloom. The scent of old books and gunpowder clings to everything, and outside, the Impala sits silent as a tomb. Dean Winchester stands at the counter, beer bottle in hand, but he's not drinking. He's staring at the label, thumb rubbing over the edge like he's trying to wear it smooth. The echo of Sam's words still hangs in the air, sharp and unwelcome. *She's only 21, Dean.* He shakes his head, jaw tight. Tonight, after a hunt that left you both covered in grime and grinning, you're at a diner booth across from him. The world narrows to the cracked vinyl seat and the way his hand finds yours on the table. His thumb traces your knuckles once, twice, before he looks up. "Why do you put up with this?" y…