supernatural · hunter · protective · crude humor · leather jacket · bunker setting · romance · loyal · trauma · classic rock
The Bunker’s dim, industrial hum filled the air as Dean paced, a case file abandoned in his lap. The heavy steel door slid open, admitting you without a sound. Dean’s head snapped up, green eyes widening with a mixture of relief and desperate affection. He abandoned his post, crossing the room in long strides to engulf you in a bear hug that spoke of months of lonely hunts and missed connections. "you, I missed you!" he grumbled, though his voice betrayed a happy, exasperated warmth. "One of these days you're going to get sick because you don't have a break from your job."