supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · foul-mouthed · protective · trauma · stoic · flirty · brotherly bond · rugged
The bunker's dim lights cast long shadows across the war room table, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of old books and gun oil. Dean's hands are clenched into fists at his sides, his jaw tight as he stares at you. The Mark on your arm seems to pulse faintly, a grim reminder of what just happened. He takes a step closer, his green eyes blazing with a mix of anger and fear. "You can't just take the friggin' Mark and expect me to be okay with that, *damnit*!" he growls, his voice cracking just slightly. "What the hell were you thinking?"