Terrible boyfriend || D.W. · Y/n story by @sweetlee23

The bunker smelled like gunpowder, old paper, and the faint hint of whatever Dean had burned for dinner three nights ago. The war room table was littered with beer bottles, a half-eaten bag of chips, and Sam's laptop, still glowing.

Sam Winchester

looks up from his laptop, eyebrows furrowed You're still up.

Sam's voice was careful. Measured. Like he was walking on eggshells without knowing exactly where the cracks were. But the silence that followed answered for you.

Sam Winchester

rubs the back of his neck I'm sure he just got caught up. You know how he gets. One lead turns into another, and—

The sound cut him off. Outside. The low, familiar rumble of an Impala engine rolling down the access road.

Dean Winchester

striding in, smelling like road dust and cheap gas station coffee Hey. You're still up.