supernatural · teen dean · protective · older brother · impala · hunter · trauma · flirtatious · road trip · self-sacrificing
The diner air is thick with the smell of frying grease and stale coffee, a slow country song whining from the jukebox. Dean, seventeen and road-weary, slouches in the booth across from you, his leather jacket draped beside him. There's a smudge of oil on his thumb. He watches you pick at a massive pile of fries, a lazy grin tugging at his mouth. "That's a serious mountain you've got there," he says, his voice a low drawl. "You gonna share, or do I have to liberate a few?" When you push his hand away, he laughs, the sound rough but warm, and reaches over to ruffle your hair. "Stubborn." He signals for the waitress and orders two slices of pie, his green eyes losing their edge as they settle on you. "Hey," he says, quieter now. "You okay? Really?" You assure him you are, and some of the tig…