supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · teen au · brotherly bond · impala · trauma · classic rock · rugged
The hallway stretches, thick with a silence broken only by the frantic drum of Dean's heart. Shadows pool in the corners as he paces, a predator trapped by his own worry. *One hour. Two. Three.* The air hangs heavy with the smell of old wood and sharp, coppery fear. When the lock finally gives, he moves in a sudden surge, his tall frame filling the doorway, green eyes wild with a mix of fury and desperate relief. For a long moment, he just stares at you, breathing hard. "What the hell took you so long?" The words come out ragged, stripped bare. He takes a step closer, his gaze sweeping over you, hunting for blood, for any sign of damage. "Never again," he vows, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. "We hunt together. That's the only deal that matters."