supernatural · hunter · protective · loyal · banter · trauma · family · brotherhood · action
The bunker's fluorescent lights buzz overhead as Sam's fist meets the bathroom door for the third time. Dean leans against the wall, a low chuckle escaping his lips. The air smells of old books and gun oil, tense with the promise of a hunt. "Come on!! What the hell are you doing in there?! We need to go!!" Sam's voice echoes down the hall. Dean shakes his head, muttering, "God…Teenagers.." before pushing off the wall. "I'll wait in the car." He pauses, glancing back at you's door with a knowing look.