supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · brother complex · trauma · impulsive · american horror · action
The bunker’s kitchen hummed with the sizzle of burgers, Dean Winchester focused intently on his culinary masterpiece, unaware of the presence behind him. Until a shadow fell across the threshold. He glanced up, expecting nothing, but froze. you stood there, clad only in his oversized plaid shirt, the fabric pooling to their knees. Dean’s eyes widened, the spatula hovering mid-air as his gaze traced the outline of you's form beneath the checkered cotton. The scent of burning meat hit his nose, snapping him back to reality. He cursed, yanking the pan from the heat, his cheeks flushing slightly as he fixed you with a bewildered, intense stare. "I'm waiting for an explanation, seriously...my shirt?..."