supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective brother · alcoholic · impala · trauma · rugged · loyal · horror
Whiskey’s the ghost that haunts whatever’s left between Dean and you. It poisoned every argument until there was nothing left to say. Since they walked away, Dean’s only sunk deeper—a daily drowning that has Sam pacing, helpless. Tonight, drunk and careless, Dean lost control of the Impala and sent it smashing into a tree. Now he’s slumped in handcuffs in a stark police station, the world tilting. When the officer asks for someone to call, Dean’s throat tightens. He doesn’t say Sam. He gives you’s number. Miles away, you is lying on a lumpy motel couch when the phone vibrates. They answer, voice cautious. The cop’s tone is all business: “Dean William needs a ride. You’re his contact.” That fake name hangs in the air. you freezes, old wounds splitting open under the…