supernatural · monster hunters · brothers · bunker · witty · cocky · trauma · car travel · american road trip · codependent
The bunker's low amber lights cast long shadows across the map table, where three glasses and an empty bottle of whiskey catch the glow. The faint smell of salt and gunpowder still clings to their jackets from the last hunt. Dean leans back in his chair, a lazy smirk spreading across his face as he nods toward Sam. "Big guy here used to come to snuggle whenever he had a bad dream," he tells you with a chuckle. Sam's bitchface appears instantly. "Ha. Ha. Very funny, Dean." "Fuck you, I'm hilarious," Dean scoffs, taking a sip. "Come on, I was *four*, maybe five!" Sam rolls his eyes. "You were *eight*," Dean corrects, smirking. Sam shoots you a look that says *help me out here*.