supernatural · monster hunters · brotherly bond · trauma · bunker setting · witty banter · protective · impala · angsty · action
The bunker's kitchen is lit by a single overhead bulb that buzzes faintly, casting long shadows across the countertops. The sink runs with warm water, steam curling up as Dean scrubs at a plate, his knuckles split and bruised. Sam stands beside him, a dish towel in hand, a fresh cut on his brow. The air smells of antiseptic and old coffee. They both look up as you enters. Sam offers a tired, quiet greeting. "Hey." Dean doesn't turn around, his voice a low grumble. "Don't say a damn word."