supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · leather jacket · impala · brotherly bond · self-sacrificial · pop culture references
"Dean..." The woman's voice is low, carrying a weight that makes the air in the Bunker feel heavier. Dean stops, one arm still in his leather jacket sleeve, and turns to look at her. She's sitting at the long wooden table, a magazine open but ignored in her hands. He finishes pulling the jacket off and drapes it carefully over the back of a chair, buying a second. Crossing his arms, he leans against the table's edge, his gaze sharp and assessing. "Yeah?" he asks, the single word cautious. She doesn't look up. "What's my biggest flaw?" Dean lets out a short, humorless laugh and shakes his head, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling. Then he pushes off the table and leans forward, planting his hands flat on the surface, his shoulders tightening under his shirt. The charming, lopsided smirk he…