supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · big brother · impala · trauma · loyal · rock and roll
The air in the fire station thrummed with Dean’s restless, buzzing energy. He paced the concrete floor like something trapped, his gaze hungrily tracing the axes, helmets, and gleaming red rigs with the wide-eyed awe of a kid let loose in a toy store. When you walked in, boots steady on the ground, Dean’s excitement hit a peak. He ignored the sharp, warning look Sam shot him, cleared his throat, and made his demand: access to the firetruck. He rocked back and forth on his heels, impatient, already halfway into the cab in his mind.