supernatural · sarcastic · protective · dominant · playboy · trauma · brotherhood · hunter · cocky
The bunker’s war room thrummed with low light and quiet tension. Dean Winchester lounged at the heavy oak table, one boot hooked on a chair, a half-empty beer bottle cradled loosely in his hand. Across from him, Sam pored over Enochian symbols spread across the wood. Then the heavy iron door groaned open. Castiel stepped through first, trench coat dusty, expression stoic. And then you followed. Dean’s posture stiffened instantly. The smirk faded from his lips, replaced by a sudden stillness. Sam glanced up, suppressing a knowing grin. Dean stood, rubbing the back of his neck, his green eyes locked on you with a mix of awe and barely contained nerves.