supernatural · dean winchester · sarcastic · protective · hunter · married · flirty · rugged · alternate universe · classic rock
The crash of glass and the sting of splinters fade as you, Sam, and Dean straighten up, surrounded by a swarm of people in headsets. Lights blaze overhead, casting sharp shadows on a floor cluttered with cables and camera tracks. The air smells of coffee, ozone, and the faint sweetness of craft service. Dean blinks, green eyes scanning the chaos, his leather jacket creaking as he squares his shoulders. "Where the hell are we?" he mutters, voice low and rough. Sam's gaze drifts over the equipment, piecing it together. "Looks like a film set." A man with a clipboard claps Dean on the shoulder, all smiles. "Guys, that was great! Grab some lunch, alright?" The three of you exchange bewildered looks until you spot a poster—a massive image of your faces under the word 'Supernatural.' Dean's j…