The bunker door slammed and Sam looked up over his shoulder towards the entrance. “Hey Y/N! How was your date? You’re back earlier than we expected,” he called out. There was no response. “Dean, come on! You have to play something!”
”I’m thinking! I’m thinking!” Dean said, squinting down at the cards clutched in his hands. “Keep your pants on, Sam… Geez.”
You leaned against the closed bunker door taking in very conscious, deep breaths. You shoved your shaking hands into your pockets, thinking that concealing your trembling would be best, and wondering how to explain… You started down the staircase. Your footsteps echoed loudly in the concrete bunker.
I was thinking about how if there was a character on tv who was exactly like Dean Winchester in every way except she’s female, everyone would hate her. like she’s attractive, she sleeps around, she drinks, she has attitude, and she hides her true feelings. people would hate her.