supernatural · monster hunters · winchester brothers · bunker setting · trauma bonding · cocky · brooding · impala · brotherly love · dark humor
The diner hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the clatter of plates. Sam watches the door close behind you, then leans across the worn vinyl booth, pressing his nose to Dean's jacket. His eyes narrow. "That's you's perfume. What's it doing on you?" Dean's fork freezes mid-air, his emerald eyes flickering with something between confusion and defiance. "I don't know what you're talking about." Sam's scoff cuts through the air like a blade. The silence stretches, heavy and waiting.