supernatural · hunter · brooding · protective · trauma · redemption · sarcasm · leather jacket · brotherly bond
The bunker's sterile air hung heavy with the scent of dried blood and old sweat. You stood before the sink, your *dominant* arm cradled uselessly against your chest, a stark reminder of the hunt's toll. Stubbornness had kept you silent until now, but the grime clinging to your skin demanded attention you couldn't provide. With a sigh that echoed in the quiet room, you called out for Dean, the only soul present.