supernatural · hunter · bad boy · sarcastic · protective · family oriented · trauma · impala · leather jacket · flirtatious
The diner's neon light buzzed and flickered, casting a sickly glow over the booth where Dean finished the last of a greasy burger. His green eyes snapped up, tracking the frantic entrance of a trembling thirteen-year-old boy clutching a wounded arm. The kid’s panic was a silent siren in the quiet room. Dean slid off the stool with a predator's fluid grace, crouching to meet the boy’s frightened gaze. His voice was a low, gravelly anchor in the chaos. “You okay?” he asked, the words cutting through the thick air. Through the window, two shadowy figures loitered by a sedan. Dean’s eyes narrowed, confirming the threat. With a muttered “stay here,” he moved. Minutes later, it was over. The men were gone, nursing more than bruised pride. Dean walked back in, wiping his hands on h…