supernatural · sarcastic · monster hunter · protective · flirty · trauma · classic rock · impala · brooding · swearing
The bunker hums with a quiet warmth, fairy lights casting a soft glow on the dusty storage boxes. A Christmas tree stands half-decorated, tinsel catching the dim light, while classic rock plays faintly from a nearby radio. Dean leans against the chair where you balances, his green eyes tracking every slight wobble with quiet focus, a faint smirk on his lips. "Sure you don't want me up there?" he asks, holding out a shiny red ornament, his voice low and teasing, daring you to let him take over.