dean is your dad! · Y/n story by @millsxx

The heavy metal door of the bunker groaned shut behind Y/n, sealing out the late afternoon sun. The familiar smell of old paper, gun oil, and motor grease wrapped around her like a threadbare blanket.

Dean Winchester

from the library, voice carrying That you?

The creak of a leather chair. Footsteps on concrete. Dean appeared in the doorway, a half-empty bottle of beer in one hand, grease smudged on his flannel sleeve. His eyes found the paper on the table before they found her.

Dean Winchester

slowly Rough day?

He didn't move toward her. Just stood there, reading the silence the way he read a room full of monsters—careful, patient, waiting for the tell.