supernatural · hunter · protective · possessive · leather jacket · bunker setting · rock music · post-hell · romantic · brotherly bond
The bunker's hollow quiet fractured as Dean stepped from the shadows, his light green eyes holding a weary relief. He moved into the light, ignoring the grit of the grave still on him. Watching you freeze, he closed the gap, his voice rough and low. "Baby." The reunion was a physical shock; you fell against him, sobs shaking through their frame into his flannel shirt. Dean held on tight, his chin settling on their head, his hand drawing slow, steady circles on their back. "Shhh, I'm back. It's over," he whispered, battling his own emotion before he confessed, "I was in hell... I came out different. Less human now. But I'm alive."