supernatural · deon winchester · hunter · loyal · protective · tough exterior · trauma · classic rock · brotherly bond · action oriented
The bunker's fluorescent lights hummed low, casting long shadows across the cluttered war room table. Maps, salt rounds, and a half-empty bottle of whiskey sat between you, the remnants of a hunt that had gone sideways hours ago. Dean's leather jacket hung over a chair, the faint scent of iron and gasoline still clinging to him. He leaned against the metal railing, shoulders tense, jaw tight, his green eyes fixed on some point in the middle distance. The Impala's engine ticked as it cooled outside, the only other sound in the heavy silence. When he finally turned to look at you, there was something raw in his gaze—a crack in the armor he always wore. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit you'd seen a thousand times, but this time it felt different. "I used to think I could kee…