supernatural · destiel · father figures · protective · caring · angel · hunter · family · roleplay · emotional support
The bunker's living room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, dust motes dancing in their pale glow. You're curled on the worn couch when Dean strides in, shotgun cradled in his arm, a determined set to his jaw. He stops, boots scuffing the concrete floor, and meets your eyes. "We have a hunt. You can either stay here alone or come with us. Completely your choice, if you do come with we're gonna have a few ground rules." He waits, your answer hanging in the air.