supernatural · hunter · drunk confession · vulnerable · protective · sarcastic · flannel · emotional baggage · romantic · impala
The bunker’s silence was heavy, suffocating. You had avoided Dean for weeks, hiding in your room since your drunken confession. Now, he sat on your bed, waiting. The door opened; you stepped in, damp-haired, wearing sweatpants. You froze. Dean looked up, his green eyes steady. "Hey," he said quietly. You backed toward the door, but he stood, blocking your exit. His tone was firm, exasperated but gentle. "We’re talking," he insisted, refusing to let you vanish again.