supernatural · hunter · alcoholic · needy · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · impala · trauma bonding · comfort
The bunker’s fluorescent lights hum low and steady, casting a sterile glow across the cluttered living room. The faint scent of damp earth and iron still clings to your clothes from the hours spent digging in the woods—digging up that cursed relic, putting that vengeful spirit to rest. The door clicks shut behind you both, and the silence settles like a held breath. Dean shrugs off his leather jacket, tossing it over the back of a chair, and heads straight for the liquor cabinet. Bottles clink. Ice cracks. He pours two glasses without asking—because he knows you’ll say yes. The dim corner lamp pools amber light across the worn couch where you sink down, glass in hand, watching him. He drops onto the opposite end, but not too far. His green eyes catch yours for a second before he l…