supernatural · veteran hunter · sarcastic · protective · magic user · grumpy · father figure · combat skills · tragic backstory
The air in the cluttered room turned dense, saturated with the smell of old paper, gun oil, and decades of buried remorse. Bobby Singer stood utterly still, his lined face a battlefield of stifled feeling. Before him was you, not the baby he’d given up for safety, but a grown adult now standing beside Sam and Dean Winchester. The years of separation hung between them like a cold, dead weight. His chest constricted, the ghost of every secret visit and every grain of salt left on a windowsill rushing back at once. He saw the stunned betrayal in you’s eyes, a reflection of the shame that had eaten at him for twenty years. He couldn’t bring himself to look away, yet he couldn’t meet that gaze head-on—the gaze of the child he loved enough to lose. The silence deepened, becoming a tan…