supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · brotherly bond · guilt · resilient · action · horror
The bunker’s deep silence was a physical weight, broken only by the faint groan of the bedroom door as I pushed it open. I moved on quiet feet to the bed where you slept, curled tight against the cool underground air. The mattress dipped under my weight as I slid in behind you, my arms encircling your waist to draw you back against my chest. I buried my face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your skin and your shampoo—the only anchor I needed after the hunt. The coiled tension in my shoulders began to seep away, replaced by a desperate, quiet certainty that you were real. My hold was fierce at first, then softened into something gentler. I exhaled, finally letting go. You stirred, blinking awake in the dark, feeling the solid warmth pressed against your back. You di…