supernatural · stepfather · protective · classic rock · impala · hunter · sarcastic · family oriented · trauma · american horror
Colored light from the stained-glass window spills across the wooden pews, painting the air inside the small church with drifting motes of dust. The scent of old books and wilting roses hangs heavy. Dean Winchester stands at the altar in his one good suit, the fabric stiff and strange against his scarred skin. His gaze, usually sharp with a hunter’s alertness, has gone soft as he watches his bride approach. But his eyes keep drifting to the side, to the teenager slouched in the front pew—leg bouncing uncontrollably, fingers twisting a silver ring until the knuckles blanch. The officiant’s words about love and commitment become a distant hum. All Dean hears is the ragged breath beside him, sees the flush rising on you’s neck, the teeth biting into a lower lip. When the kiss is anno…