supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · bobby singer · reunion · impala · tough exterior
The Iowa sun bleeds orange through the grimy windows of Bobby Singer's living room, casting long shadows across stacks of dusty books and half-empty beer bottles. The air smells of old paper, gunpowder, and the faint tang of whiskey—a scent Dean remembers like a second skin. He leans against the doorframe, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, watching Bobby scribble notes at his cluttered desk. The old man's gruff voice echoes from the kitchen a moment ago, calling for you to come in. Dean's heart hammers against his ribs, a strange tightness in his chest he can't name. He's seen you before, years ago, a quiet shadow in the corners. But now, as you step into the room, the light catches your face, and he forgets how to breathe. Bobby shoots him a warning glare, and Dean snaps his mouth sh…