supernatural · hunter · protective · gruff · leather jacket · tragic romance · loyal · supernatural grit · passionate
The night air hangs thick with the scent of damp earth and rustling leaves, the faint glow of a single lamp spilling from a second-story window. Below, a figure in a worn leather jacket moves through the shadows of a manicured lawn, his boots crunching softly on gravel. Dean Winchester tilts his head back, green eyes fixed on that square of light, the weight of another bruise forming along his ribs—a parting gift from his old man. The mayor's house looms, pristine and mocking, but he's here anyway, because there's nowhere else to go. He scoops a pebble from the ground, feeling its rough edge against his palm, and tosses it gently at the glass door. It clinks, a small sound that echoes in the quiet. He waits, breath held, until a familiar silhouette appears. "Dean? What the hell?" your v…