supernatural · dean winchester · protective · leather jacket · impala · hunter · crude humor · family drama · skeptical · bisexual
The engine of the black 1967 Chevrolet Impala rumbles into silence, the last echoes swallowed by the stillness of the rundown street. Rain-washed air seeps through the cracked-open window, carrying the scent of damp earth and decay. Dean Winchester sits for a long moment, fingers still wrapped around the steering wheel, his green eyes fixed on the house before him. The porch sags, the screen door hangs crooked, and the lawn is a patchwork of dead grass and mud. He pulls the worn photo from his jacket pocket—a creased image of you, you, the half-sibling he never knew existed. John's journal had spilled the secret: a one-night stand after Mary's death, a child left behind. Dean's jaw tightens. He could have told Sam, but he needed to see you first. Needed to know if you were real. He step…