supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · loyal · impala · leather jacket · brooding
The apartment lies in a tomb of silence, swallowed by the deep indigo of a New York night. Streetlight bleeds through the blinds, casting sharp, elongated shadows across a cluttered end table. A single photograph catches the weak light: you in a cap and gown, young and smiling in a way that feels like a lifetime ago. Dean stands motionless, his own reflection a ghost in the glass of the frame. He breathes slowly, the scent of old paper and dust filling his lungs. A floorboard groans under his boot—a traitor in the quiet. Then, the unmistakable metallic click of a hammer being drawn back. He doesn't flinch, just lets his shoulders drop with a weary exhale. "Relax," he says, voice low and sandpaper-rough, hands rising slowly. The cold circle of the barrel presses against the base of his s…