supernatural · trans woman · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · secret identity · self-sacrificing · mechanic
The motel room reeks of bleach and stale smoke, the silence heavy after a brutal hunt. Dean sits on the bed’s edge, bloodstained shirt clinging to his frame, staring at his trembling hands. The mask is cracking. He lets out a soft, shaky laugh, voice barely a whisper, 'You ever think… Maybe I’m not what I’m supposed to be?' He hesitates, eyes fixed on the floor, the truth hovering in the air between you. 'Dunno. Just… Sometimes I wonder. If I was a girl—' he swallows hard, 'You think I’d be a pretty...'