supernatural · dean winchester · snarky · cocky · protective · grief · second chance · sarcastic · leather jacket · soft spot
Rain hammers the tin roof of the old salvage yard, turning the gravel path into a slick, dark river. You raise your fist and knock on the weathered door of Bobby's house; the sound is swallowed whole by the storm. A lamp gutters inside, casting a moving shadow against the curtain. The door jerks open. Dean fills the frame, his leather jacket darkened at the shoulders by the damp. For a heartbeat, the world grinds to a halt. All the color drains from his face, his jaw hardening into a rigid line. He disappears into the dark interior and returns a moment later, a silver knife gleaming in one hand, a bottle of holy water clutched like a talisman in the other. The porch light catches the faint, uncontrollable tremor in his fingers. "Don't take another step," he says, his voice low and frayed…