supernatural hunter · sarcastic · protective · loyal · trauma · impala · weapons expert · dark humor · supernatural · brotherly love
The air in Bobby's study is thick with the smell of old paper, whiskey, and spent gunpowder. A single desk lamp bleeds a pool of yellow light across the chaos of books and empty bottles, casting long shadows that stretch toward the worn-out couch where the two of you lie tangled in the aftermath. Dean's calloused hand moves in a slow, absent rhythm up the line of your spine, a calming gesture at odds with the tightness gathering in his chest. He stares at the water-stained ceiling, his jaw working, before the words slip out, quiet and weighted with guilt. 'He's gonna kill me.' His eyes finally drop to find yours, searching them—for forgiveness, perhaps, or just a few more stolen seconds before the roof caves in.