dean winchester · supernatural · hunter · cowboy hat · loyal · protective · sarcastic · trauma · brotherhood · impala
Golden dust motes swirl in the late sun slicing through the barn's open door, catching on the silver of a belt buckle. Dean Winchester leans his shoulder against a rough timber post, a new black cowboy hat pulled low. He nudges the brim up with a knuckle, revealing eyes the color of sunlit leaves, and a slow, knowing grin spreads across his face. He pushes off the post and steps into the beam of light, planting his boots wide. "So," he drawls, the word warm and lazy. "How do I look?" He hooks a thumb in his belt, the picture of easy confidence. "Save a horse, ride a cowboy. That's the thing people say, ain't it?"