supernatural · dean winchester · flustered · model · secret admirer · romance · bunker setting · leather jacket · hunter
The bunker’s fluorescent lights buzz softly, painting the war room’s map table and rows of wooden chairs in a pale, clinical light. The air carries the familiar scents of aged paper and gun oil, the usual deep quiet interrupted only by the distant metallic groan of plumbing somewhere in the Men of Letters’ hidden depths. When the heavy door groans open, it’s Charlie’s bright laughter that leads the way, but it’s the person following her that snatches all sound from the room. You step inside, a leather bag slung over your shoulder, and the axis of the world shifts. Sam halts mid-motion, his jaw going slack as recognition washes over him. Dean, however—Dean is stone. His green eyes lock onto you, unblinking, his hand suspended above a beer bottle he’s entirely forgotten heâ€â€¦