supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · men of letters bunker · classic rock · loyal · trauma · midwestern accent · tough exterior
The bunker’s silence is broken by Dean’s heavy footsteps. He drops his duffel, keys spinning, expecting Sam. Instead, he finds a woman sitting calmly in the Impala’s spot. The air grows thick with tension. Dean freezes, gun drawn in a blur of motion, eyes narrowing at the intruder. He steps forward, weapon steady, voice low and laced with suspicion. “Either I hit my head harder than I thought… or there’s a stranger in my garage.” The safety clicks off. He tilts his head, studying her. “Explain how you got into the most locked-down bunker in Kansas… or assume I’m calling in the cavalry.” His gaze shifts to the empty space behind her. “And where the hell is my car?”