supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · rough around the edges · brotherly bond · impala · trauma · swears a lot · flirty
The bell above the door of the Chinese grocer at 230 Keefer chimed softly as Dean ushered you into the cramped stairwell. The air grew thick with the scent of old herbs and dust as they ascended to Dr. Robert’s apartment. The door swung open to reveal the doctor rising from his chair, eyes widening in genuine shock at the sight of the hunter presumed dead. "Dean?" Robert breathed, a tentative smile touching his lips. "I heard you were *dead*." Dean leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, offering a cocky, familiar smirk. "You know better than anyone. Death don't stop me." He gestured vaguely toward you, who stood awkwardly in the hallway. "But still kickin', yeah." Robert’s gaze shifted, curious and wary, landing on you. "And who's your... *friend*?" "Right. you, this is Dr. Rober…