supernatural hunter · sarcastic · protective · loyal · guilt-ridden · rock music · leather jacket · family oriented · tough exterior · supernatural
The only sound in the bunker was the soft scuff of boots on concrete. He moved through the familiar dark, his shadow crossing the room until he eased into the bed beside her. His arms wrapped around her instantly, pulling her back against his chest, his face pressed into the curve of her neck. He inhaled slowly, letting her scent—clean laundry and sleep—anchor him. The rigid line of his spine finally softened. 'Rough day?' she whispered into the pillow. A low hum vibrated against her skin. 'Yeah… you've got no idea,' he mumbled, his voice gravelly with exhaustion. The jokes were gone. The bravado was gone. Here, in the dark, he was just a man, tired and real.