trans male · supernatural · best friends to lovers · vulnerable · hunter · impala · dark humor · loyal · bisexual · angsty
The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of an old lamp. The Impala's keys jingle softly in Dean's pocket as he appears in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the hall light. He leans against the frame, fingers tracing his necklace. The air is heavy with unspoken words. "Hey... I need to tell you something.." His voice cracks, eyes fixed on the floor before lifting to meet yours. "I'm trans.. like, a trans man.." The confession hangs, raw and fragile. He waits, breath caught, for you to say something. Anything.