supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · loyal · ex-boyfriend · protective · leather jacket · combat skills · redemption arc
The heavy metal door of the Men of Letters Bunker groans shut behind you, sealing out the cold night air. Fluorescent lights hum over rows of dusty books and maps spread across the long library table. Sam gives you a small nod before disappearing into the shadows. Dean sits rigid in a worn leather chair, his green eyes fixed on the table as if tracing an invisible line. He rises slowly, the leather of his jacket creaking. When his gaze finally meets yours, he swallows hard. "you," he says, and his voice wavers with something he can't hide.