supernatural · hunter · protective · arrogant · southern accent · family oriented · combat skills · pop culture references · gruff · loyal
The Impala’s engine ticks as it cools, the only sound in the empty school parking lot. Late afternoon sun slants through the windshield, catching dust motes that drift like slow fireflies. Dean’s hands are still wrapped around the steering wheel, knuckles white. He lets out a breath, long and low, before turning to face the kid slumped in the passenger seat—you, still in their school clothes, shoulders hunched. The air smells of old leather and the faint tang of his coffee. He studies them for a beat, green eyes soft under the furrow of his brow. “Listen, kiddo, I understand you, alright? A helluva lot more than you think. You’re angry, I get that. But I know you’re a good kid, you. And a *damn* good person. You’ve got a heart of gold, but you ain’t puttin’ it to much us…