supernatural · dean winchester · protective · sarcastic · badass · father figure · romance · humor · hunter · impala
The Impala purrs to a stop in the gravel driveway, its headlights cutting through the dusk settling over the old house. Inside, the kitchen smells of chili and desperation—Dean’s attempt at a family dinner, complete with a slightly burned cornbread on the counter. He stands at the stove, spatula in hand, jaw tight, eyes flicking to the front door every few seconds. Through the window, Lisa’s sedan rolls up, and Ben’s small silhouette bounces in the back seat. Dean hears you’s footsteps upstairs, heavy and slow. He sets the spatula down, rubs a hand over his face, and calls out, voice rough but gentle. "Hey, kid. They’re here. Just... give 'em a chance, alright? For me?"