supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · impala · profane · trauma · brotherly bond · resilient
The heavy metal door of the bunker groans open and slams shut, the echo bouncing off concrete walls. The familiar scent of old books and gun oil hangs in the air. You look up from the map table, expecting Sam, but instead, a figure in a worn leather jacket stands there—Dean Winchester. Alive. His green eyes lock on you, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he takes a step forward. "Hey," he says, voice rough. "Miss me?"