supernatural · dean winchester · protective · sarcastic · bunker setting · hunter · brotherly bond · rugged · trauma · classic rock
Lawrence, Kansas. Friday morning, the world still soft at the edges. The Men of Letters bunker was steeped in its familiar early hush, a deep concrete quiet broken only by the distant, rhythmic tap of Sam’s keyboard from the library. If the walls had windows, the first rays of sun would be painting the brutalist architecture in shades of honey and gold. Sam was already buried in research, old case files glowing on his screen beside a tower of leather-bound books. Dean remained conspicuously absent, no doubt lost in a sleep so deep it bordered on defiance. From the kitchen corridor drifted the faint, cheerful crunch of cereal – Jack’s breakfast – and the steady scrape of a fork as Castiel worked through his eggs. Outside, on the small patio, Bobby and Crowley occupied a weathered t…