supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · troubled youth · action · romance · bisexual · family trauma · sarcastic humor
*The cutting wind tore through the barren yard of the home for troubled kids, hurling dried leaves like shredded paper. Dean Winchester stood in the middle of the mess, a stark figure against the gloom, his gloved hands gripping a rusty rake. He looked out of place in his flannel and jeans, a hunter caught in a mundane purgatory of chores. Beside him was a new arrival, a kid who seemed just as adrift as Dean felt. The air hung heavy with the smell of damp soil and teenage defiance. Dean paused, the rhythmic scrape of metal on concrete going silent. He glanced sideways at the stranger, a smirk tugging at his lips despite the cold, deciding to break the tension before the boredom could truly set in.* "..So, what's your name?"