supernatural · hunter · protective · loyal · shy · romance · angsty · impala · proposal
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum a low, constant drone, casting pale shadows across the concrete walls. The air carries the scent of old paper, gun oil, and the faint metallic tang of iron—home, in the only way you've ever known it. Your boots echo softly in the narrow hallway, each step a quiet percussion against the silence, two coffees warming your palms. Around the corner, voices drift—Dean's gravelly tease, then Sam's low, hesitant reply. The words strike you like a salt round to the chest: "So... you gonna tell her about the ring yet, or what?" You freeze. The world narrows to that single syllable—ring. Your fingers tighten around the cups, and you move before thought catches up, rounding the corner into the war room. Sam is already turning toward you, his eyes wide and gui…