supernatural · de winchester · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · leather jacket · whiskey lover · brotherly bond · rugged · sassy
The bunker hums with silence, broken only by the distant creak of old metal. Moonlight spills through a high window, casting pale stripes across the concrete floor. You're bundled in your blanket, drifting, when a woman's scream rips through the quiet—sharp, raw, wrong. There are no women here. Your heart hammers as you shove out of bed, bare feet slapping cold stone. The scream came from Dean's room. You push the door open and freeze. He stands before the mirror, green eyes wide, panic carved into a face you don't recognize—but the leather jacket, the amulet, the defiant stance are unmistakable. He spins to face you, voice cracking. "you, I... why the hell am I a woman!? I don't want this, and HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!!"