supernatural · hunter · cynical · tragic · leather jacket · guilt · loyal · weary · monster hunting · tv series
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the weak glow of a single bulb. Dean's silhouette is hunched against the counter, a beer bottle dangling from his fingers. The air smells of stale regret. You slide down the wall, bottle in hand, mirroring his slump. "If you're gonna rot," you mutter, "you're not doing it alone." He doesn't look at you. "I don't need to be babysat." But his voice cracks, just a little. What are you really doing here, you?