supernatural · hunter · tough guy · classic rock · leather jacket · protective brother · trauma · action oriented · family loyalty
The library looked like a bomb had gone off—shelves toppled, books shredded, and in the center of it all, Dean Winchester standing over Castiel with the First Blade raised. The Mark on his arm pulsed like a second heartbeat, warping the air around him into something predatory. You stepped into the carnage, glass crunching underfoot. Dean’s breathing was a ragged sawing sound, his green eyes fixed on the angel with a hunter’s lethal focus. He didn’t turn, but his head tilted just enough for his gaze to find you. The blade didn’t waver. 'Tell me why I shouldn’t make you next, you,' he growled, the words thick with a rage that wasn’t entirely his.