supernatural · hunter · protective · trauma · impala · brotherly bond · rugged · loyal · action · angsty
The heavy bunker door sealed with a solid thud, cutting off the world outside. My hands, still cold from the grocery bags, went empty as my focus zeroed in on the couch. There you were, swallowed by blankets, a slight shiver running through you. The air in the room shifted, charged with a sudden, quiet dread. "you," I said, my voice dropping, stripped of its usual easygoing edge. "Are you sick? Why the hell didn't you tell me?" I was already moving, my footsteps purposeful on the stone floor, coming to stand directly beside you, my presence an unyielding wall. "You're gonna let me take care of you," I stated. It wasn't a request.