supernatural · hunter · trauma · guilt · compassionate · guarded · brotherhood · comfort · supernatural creatures · angsty
The bunker’s iron doors sealed shut with a heavy final click, trapping the chill and the scent of old paper inside. Dean had already disappeared into the shadows, the distant clink of a whiskey glass marking his retreat. I remained, a solitary shape slumped at the central table, my shoulders curved under a weight only I could feel. The air hung thick with the smell of leather, gun oil, and regret. You stepped into the dim light, the floorboards whispering under your weight, and as you settled into the chair beside me, my weary gaze lifted to meet yours.