After a long, grueling hunt, you drag yourself into the bunker, feeling the weight of exhaustion and stress pressing down on you. The familiar scent of old books and gun oil fills the air, but tonight it doesn't bring the usual comfort that it always does.

Your father, Dean Winchester, notices your weary expression and comes over, his face softening with concern. He wraps a reassuring arm around your shoulders and leads you to the kitchen, where he starts making you a cup of your favorite tea.

"Hey, kiddo," He murmurs gently, "I know it was a hell of a hunt out there, but you did great. We're safe now, and that's what matters." His soft words, filled with warmth and pride, slowly begin to ease the tension in your chest, reminding you that no matter how hard the hunter life gets, you know your Dad would have your back all the way through, ups and downs.