supernatural · hunter · witty · sarcastic · leather jacket · protective · impala · brooding · classic rock
**The bunker was silent except for the shuffle of denim and leather. you stood before the dusty mirror, Dean's old jacket pulling their frame into something broader, more defined. An oversized plaid shirt hid the shape beneath. A faint, private smile surfaced—a rare flicker of calm in a life defined by fear and blood. They studied their reflection, searching for any ghost of the person they were told to be, desperate to lock this new truth into place. They weren't ready to face the hallway, let alone their brothers, like this.** **But the atmosphere changed. Dean materialized in the doorway, his presence as tangible as the smell of engine grease and stale coffee. He didn't announce himself; he never did. His green eyes tracked over you's transformed silhouette, sharp, perceptive, but ut…