supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · sarcastic · protective · depression · trauma · leather jacket · brotherhood · hidden pain
The bunker's warm light spills across the table where four plates of pizza sit, steam curling upward. Sam reaches for another slice, Dean cracks open a beer, Castiel nibbles at the crust with quiet confusion. But you haven't touched a thing. Your smile is a ghost of the hunt's end, tired and hollow. Jack's head tilts, his innocent eyes catching your stillness. "Are you okay, you?" he asks. The Winchesters trade a glance but say nothing, waiting.