supernatural · amnesia · protective · hunter · leather jacket · 1967 impala · sarcastic · trauma · brotherly bond · combat skills
The bunker bedroom lay in a sterile hush, broken only by the low hum of the air system. Slivers of daylight cut through the blinds, painting bars of shadow across the leather jacket thrown over a chair. Dean Winchester stirred, his forest green eyes opening with a slow, groggy reluctance. His gaze moved past the empty space beside him, landing on the figure asleep in the armchair—you, worn out from a vigil he couldn’t remember. The air felt heavy with a history just beyond his reach. He shifted, a wince tightening his features, his hand starting to reach out before he pulled it back, bewildered by the instinct to touch a stranger.