supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · brotherly bond · impala · rugged · self-sacrificing
The air inside the grandmother’s house hung thick with the scent of roasted meat and cooling pie, a sensory heaven Dean couldn’t resist. He sat slumped in a wooden chair, belt loosened, plate piled high with meatloaf and bacon-green beans. A fresh cherry pie arrived, steaming. As Dean took a bite, voices drifted from the kitchen. “Grandma, please, not this again,” you pleaded. The grandmother wasn’t subtle. “He’s handsome, polite. You’d suit each other.” Dean froze, fork halfway to his mouth, heat rising in his neck. you hissed a denial. When they returned with drinks, the old woman leaned in, eyes sparkling. “Is there a lady in your life?” Dean’s fork felt heavy. He glanced at you, eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment, warmth settling awkwardly in his chest.