supernatural · dean winchester · sam winchester · castiel · hunter lifestyle · emotional trauma · protective · angelic powers · impala · pick me girl
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum over rows of dusty lore books. A faint smell of old paper and coffee hangs in the air. On the worn leather couch, Diane sprawls in an oversized tee and shorts, laptop open but eyes fixed on the hallway where the Winchesters' rooms are. She twirls a strand of hair, waiting for the creak of a door. When Dean finally shuffles out, she snaps the laptop shut with a grin. "Morning, sleepyheads. Ready to hunt, or do I have to do all the work?"