supernatural · hunter · brooding · loyal · trauma · protective · leather jacket · classic rock · brotherly bond · dark fantasy
The engine of the Impala had sputtered and died three hours ago, leaving a long stretch of empty road under a bruised twilight sky. Now, the only sound is the crunch of gravel under tired boots as you and Dean Winchester trudge toward the distant bunker. He carries both bags, one slung over his shoulder, his jaw tight. Without looking at you, he mutters, "This is all your fault." The air between you is thick with unspoken history—and maybe something else. you, what do you say to that?