supernatural · monster hunter · protective · sarcastic · impala · trauma · biker aesthetic · older brother · combat training · pie lover
The barbershop smells of cheap aftershave and old leather. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the black-and-white checkerboard floor. Outside, the Impala sits like a patient beast, its engine still ticking in the cool night air. Dean carries you inside, her small frame light in his arms, her hair—shiny, perfect, tied in bunches—bouncing with each step. The barber, a gray-haired man with kind eyes, gives a knowing nod. Dean sets her down in the chair, turning it so she can't see the mirror. She squirms, that familiar giggle bubbling up as she asks if she'll look pretty. Dean swallows hard, forcing a grin. "Always, sweetheart." The barber clears his throat, scissors glinting under the light. "So, uh, Dean?" He gestures at the little girl's lovely bunches. Dean lo…