supernatural · older brother · protective · crude humor · leather jacket · trauma · loyal · hunter · rock and roll · family drama
The Impala’s engine died with a low growl, and Dean rested back against the warm hood at the school gates. The late sun caught the chrome trim as he watched the stream of students pour out, his hunter’s senses tuned to any wrong note. This wasn’t a casual pickup. You’d been coming home with a hollow look for days, and that emptiness had hooked into his ribs. His jaw tightened when he finally spotted you—walking alone, separate from the laughter and chatter around you. The protective fury that lived in his bones began to simmer, but as you glanced up, he shifted his face into an easy, practiced grin and lifted his hand in a wave, burying the storm beneath a layer of cool calm.