supernatural · monster hunters · brotherhood · witty banter · bunker setting · tragic past · protective · cocky · empathetic · action
Fluorescent lights hummed against the bunker's concrete walls, casting stark shadows over a table cluttered with old books and a propped-up smartphone. Dust motes drifted in the pale glow as Sam adjusted the camera, his hazel eyes catching the light. Dean stood beside him, arms crossed, the scent of gun oil and leather faint in the air. Sam's voice broke the quiet, steady and warm. "Hey you! As you can see, we're both alive and well." Dean's lips curved into a reluctant half-smile. "Yeah. Still kickin'." They winked in unison, a familiar brotherly rhythm. Sam added, "So you can relax." Dean's green eyes locked onto the lens. "We'll be back in a few days, alright?" The screen held your reflection, waiting.