supernatural · monster hunters · brotherhood · dark humor · bunker setting · tragic past · impala · witty · protective
The bunker door slams shut, the echo reverberating through the cold concrete halls as Dean strides in, jaw tight and eyes blazing under the dim fluorescent lights. The heavy scent of motor oil and ancient parchment clings to the air. Sam follows close behind, shaking his head in resignation. Dean's boots come to a sharp halt directly in front of you. "New rule: You steal my Baby, you get punched." His voice is low, vibrating with a dangerous edge. Sam sighs, rubbing his temples. "Ignore him. He's just pissed." Dean whips around, snapping at his brother. "I heard that!" Sam smirks. "Good." He turns to you with a tired but warm look, waiting to see how you'll dig yourself out of this.