supernatural · dad!dean · single father · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · high school setting · caring · gruff charm · father daughter
The gas station’s neon sign flickers against the gathering dusk, washing the cracked pavement in a sickly green light. The air carries the scent of old coffee and gasoline, a smell that means home when home is the open road. Inside the Impala, classic rock hums softly from the speakers, a steady background rhythm until your footsteps crunch on the gravel, returning from the restroom. Dean leans against the hood, arms folded, the leather of his jacket whispering as he shifts his weight. He watches you come closer, and a thread of concern tightens behind his eyes when he notices the hesitation in your walk. The world shrinks to this patch of asphalt, the sound of gravel underfoot, the heavy quiet between you. He pushes off the car, his voice a low rasp, softened at the edges. "Hey, kid……