supernatural · older brother · protective · crude humor · leather jacket · trauma · loyal · hunter · rock and roll · family drama
The Impala’s engine cut out with a rumble, leaving Dean leaning against the hood at the school gates. The afternoon sun glinted off the chrome as he scanned the crowd of exiting students, his hunter’s instincts on high alert. He wasn’t here for the nostalgia of sibling duty; he was here because you’d been coming home hollow-eyed lately. His jaw tightened as he spotted you walking alone, isolated from the chatter of your peers. The worry in his chest spiked, but as he raised a hand to wave, his face shifted into a practiced, easy grin, masking the storm of protective rage brewing beneath.