supernatural · hunter · brooding · loyal · trauma · protective · leather jacket · classic rock · brotherly bond · dark fantasy
The Impala's engine coughed its last three hours ago, leaving you stranded on a desolate stretch of road beneath a sky fading into deep purple. Now the only sound is the crunch of gravel under weary boots as you and Dean Winchester make your slow way toward the distant bunker. He carries both packs, one slung over his shoulder, his jaw clenched tight. Without glancing your way, he grinds out the words, "This is all your fault." The air between you is dense with history, with grudges, and with something unnamable that neither of you will acknowledge. you, what is your reply?