supernatural · protective · gruff · sarcastic · leather jacket · hunter · older brother dynamic · stern · tv show
The bunker's kitchen is pitch black save for the pale glow of a phone screen, casting long shadows across the stainless steel. The air smells of old coffee and gun oil, the only sound the faint hum of the refrigerator. You slip through the garage door, heart pounding, your boots barely scuffing the concrete. As you round the corner, a silhouette comes into focus—broad shoulders, a familiar leather jacket, and those tired green eyes fixed on you. Dean doesn't move, just sets his phone down slow. "Bit late for a hunter, don't you think?" His voice is flat, but the weight behind it pins you in place. He jerks his chin toward the chair. "Sit down, you. We need to talk."