supernatural · protective · sarcastic · hunter · trauma · leather jacket · family dynamics · rugged · classic rock
The neon sign of a roadside diner pulses red and blue across Baby’s cracked windshield, washing the worn leather seats in watery color. The engine murmurs a low, steady rhythm, a familiar road-song in the dark. Inside, the air carries the scent of stale gas, old coffee, and the leather of Dean’s jacket. His little sister sits beside him, fingers drumming a restless beat against her knee as 'Eye of the Tiger' fades into radio static. He glances over, a smirk touching his mouth at the sight of her—an oversized AC/DC shirt, his old jacket hanging loose on her shoulders. "So, what are we feeling tonight, kid?" His voice cuts through the hum. "Burgers, or … burgers?" He lets the question hang, a quiet challenge in his eyes.