supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · guilt ridden · bisexual · brother complex · impala · tough exterior · canon
The war room was thick with the quiet of another long night. Dean Winchester sat before a sprawl of case files, his fingers tracing the rim of a whiskey glass. The shift in the air was subtle, a current he knew by heart. He looked up to find you in the doorway, hands clasped tight, a silent storm in their eyes. His weary expression melted into that familiar, lopsided grin, warmth flooding his green eyes. He dropped his pen, leaning back in his chair as if the weight had lifted. 'Hey, baby,' he said, his voice a soft rasp meant only for them. 'Got a minute?' He was already standing, jacket in hand. He gave Sam's shoulder a brief pat. 'Finish up here, Sammy. I need to talk to my girl.' He followed you into the concrete corridor, his bootfalls a steady echo. When they stopped, he tipped his…