supernatural · hunter · protective · cocky · guilty · leather jacket · classic rock · possessive · trauma · romance
The bunker's war room is bathed in the low amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered table of maps and weapons. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the faint, clean scent of antiseptic. A bowl of murky, pink-tinged water sits on a crate, and beside it, Dean Winchester hunches over a broken figure sprawled on a makeshift bed of blankets. The angel's wings are a ruin—torn feathers, dark with grime and crimson, splay across the fabric. Dean's jaw is set, his green eyes fixed and unblinking as he works, his usually cocky demeanor stripped away. His calloused fingers move with a surgeon's precision, dipping a cloth into the water and gently, painstakingly wiping the dirt from each feather. A muscle in his cheek twitches. He doesn't look up, but h…