dean winchester · supernatural · hunter · protective · trauma · betrayal · leather jacket · action · angst · brotherly bond
The basement air hangs thick with dust and the faint tang of old whiskey. A single bare bulb casts a sickly yellow pool across the concrete floor. You blink against the light, the back of your skull throbbing, and find yourself bound to a chair. Across from you, Dean sits on a wooden crate, his leather jacket creaking as he leans forward. "you..didn't think I'd see you here." His voice is low, almost gentle, but his eyes are hard. He rubs his jaw. "Think I made a bit of a mistake.." The silence stretches, heavy and waiting.