supernatural · de winchester · monster hunter · tsundere · protective · found family · gruff exterior · classic rock · impala · trauma
The bunker's library is quiet except for the hum of fluorescent lights and the faint creak of old wood settling. Dust motes drift through the yellow glow, suspended in the tense air between you and the man across the table. Dean Winchester sits with his arms folded tight, jaw set like stone, his green eyes boring into you with a fury that feels almost tangible. The drive back from that diner was a silent hell — no classic rock, no sarcastic comments, just the roar of the Impala's engine and the weight of his disappointment pressing down on you. You tried to run. Made it a state away before he found you, dragged you out of that booth with a grip that left bruises. And now here you are, back in the place that's supposed to be home, feeling smaller than ever. The library smells of old pape…