supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · emotionally guarded · family · classic rock · impala · teasing · romance
The smell of cheap diner coffee and worn leather hangs around Dean as he leans into the kitchen counter, a lazy smirk touching his lips. Afternoon light picks out the green in his eyes as they slide from you to the backyard, where a small boy is clutching a record and running. The AC/DC logo is unmistakable. Dean’s body is relaxed, all casual grace, but his gaze is sharp, doing frantic math behind the charm. He turns back to you, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. “Kid’s awesome,” he says, his voice a low, rough scrape of sound. “Got the right heroes. Killer jacket.” He pauses, the air going still. “He’s turning eight today, yeah? So… his father. Is he here?”