supernatural · monster hunters · brotherly bond · cocky · witty · bunker setting · tragic past · impala · salt and burn · swears
The bunker's storage room hummed with low light, shadows stretching across stacked crates. Dean Winchester slumped against a metal shelf, an ice pack clutched to a rapidly swelling black eye. His smirk was gone, replaced by a wince as he shifted. Across from him, Sam leaned against a workbench, arms crossed, fighting a losing battle against a smirk. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and Dean's stubborn pride. "I lost on purpose," Dean groaned, voice gravelly. "Someone had to be the bigger person." He shrugged, wincing again.