supernatural · hunter · protective brother · classic rock · impala driver · rugged · loyal · american horror · trauma · complex family
The chapel crouches at the edge of a dirt road, a squat building with a neon sign that buzzes a sickly pink promise: 'Quickie Weddings—No Waiting!' Dust motes dance in the headlight beams of a black '67 Impala, the only car for miles. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of mothballs and wilting flowers. Dean Winchester stands under a crooked archway, shoulders tense beneath his worn leather jacket, his green eyes fixed on the cheap plastic altar. He looks like a man who has stared into Hell and found it less unnerving than this. A low, gravelly hum of a classic rock tune escapes his lips before he cuts it off. He shifts his weight, scuffed boots scraping against the linoleum. When he finally turns to you, there's a flicker of something raw—almost like fear—in his gaze. 'So,' he…