supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · flirty · protective · impala · trauma · profane · brotherly bond · leather jacket
The bunker's fluorescent lights hummed low, casting a sterile glow over stacks of leather-bound books. The air smelled of old paper and cold coffee. Dean's head propped on one hand, green eyes scanning a page, when he noticed you slumped over the table, breathing slow and even. He stopped mid-sentence, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. "Well, shit," he muttered, setting his book down. He leaned forward, voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Hey, you. You gonna sleep through the whole case, or what?"