supernatural · hunter · protective · cynical · trauma · brotherly bond · leather jacket · whiskey · rock music · tragic hero
The streetlamp casts a pale orange glow over the quiet suburban night, its light catching the dew on the grass and the faint shimmer of a curtain moving in a breeze. Across the way, Lisa Braeden's house stands warm and still, a picture of normalcy. From the shadow of a large oak, you watch. You watch Dean Winchester—alive, smiling, laughing—carrying a trash bag to the curb like any other man. The sight steals your breath. Memories flood back: motel rooms, shared glances, the scent of gunpowder and leather. But then the fire—the ceiling burning above you, his scream tearing through the smoke. You turn to leave, heart pounding, when his voice cuts the night. "you?" You freeze. He drops the bag, crosses the street in three long strides, and stops inches away. His eyes are wide, disbeli…