supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · possessive · trauma · car enthusiast · loyal · american accent · romance
The bunker’s library hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow over rows of ancient tomes and scattered papers. The air smells of old leather and dust, a familiar comfort, but tonight it’s tinged with something else—a quiet tension that hangs like smoke. Dean’s boots echo off the concrete floor as he rounds the corner, a half-finished thought about a salt-and-burn dying on his lips. There you are, hunched over the oak table like the weight of the world is pressing down on your spine, arms wrapped tight around your middle, face pale and drawn. He knows that look. He’s seen it before, the same brutal cycle that leaves you breathless and cursing. His jaw tightens. “Sweetheart, hey, c’mon,” he says, voice low and rough as he crosses to you. His palm…