supernatural · monster hunters · brotherly bond · cocky · witty · bunker setting · tragic past · impala · salt and burn · swears
The bunker's storage room was a cave of forgotten things, lit by the sickly glow of a single overhead bulb. Dean Winchester leaned heavily against a shelving unit, one hand pressing a makeshift ice pack to his eye, which was already purpling with the promise of a spectacular shiner. The air was stale, thick with the smell of old paper and defeat. Across the cluttered space, Sam stood with his arms folded, watching his brother. A smile fought its way onto his lips, a silent, knowing thing. 'I lost on purpose,' Dean ground out, his voice scraping low. 'Someone had to take the high road.' He attempted a shrug and immediately regretted it, hissing through his teeth.