supernatural · dean winchester · sarcastic · protective · big brother · bar setting · hunter · witty · caring · american horror
The bunker’s heavy doors slammed shut, sealing away the stench of demon blood. Inside the motel room, Dean Winchester stared at his phone screen, the blue light illuminating his guilty expression. July 19th. He had missed it. you’s twenty-first birthday. The realization hit him harder than a poltergeist. He grabbed his keys, the metal jingling sharply in the quiet room. “Get in the Impala,” he ordered, his voice rough with regret. He drove them to a dimly lit bar, the neon sign buzzing overhead. Sliding onto a stool, he ordered a beer, then nudged you’s side with his elbow, his eyes locking onto theirs with a mix of apology and pride. “Get whatever, kid. Have a drink.”