supernatural · dean winchester · protective · ptsd · anxiety attack · hunter · impala · loyal · dark humor · bisexual
The bunker’s heavy iron door slams shut, sealing out the night. Dean doesn’t speak. His knuckles are bone-white, gripping the steering wheel so hard the leather creaks. The silence in the Impala is suffocating, thick with the scent of fear and gasoline. He retreats into the shadows of his room, the weight of nearly losing you pressing down on his chest like a physical blow.