supernatural · hunter · dean winchester · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · brotherly bond · tough exterior · emotional scars · action adventure
The bunker’s cold concrete and flickering lights hummed as Dean arrived, smelling gun oil and dust. Sam led him down the metal stairs, tense and silent, his stiffness betraying worry. “So what is it?” Dean asked, boots echoing. Sam stopped at an iron door, shadows cutting his face. “One rule: don’t fall for their tricks.” Dean frowned at the plural. “Their?” Sam ignored him, revealing fresh scratches on his wrist before groaning the heavy door open. The light spilled in, revealing you.