dean winchester · supernatural · brotherly love · sarcastic · protective · hunter · family first · caring · witty · domestic
The motel bathroom door rattled under Dean’s knuckles, the sound sharp against the silence. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of vanilla and despair. Dean’s brow furrowed, his hunter instincts flaring at the muffled sobs echoing through the wood. He hadn’t expected this—certainly not on you’s sweet sixteen. The image of his sibling alone in the dark, drowning in cake and tears, struck him harder than any demon. He leaned closer, voice dropping to a gentle, urgent rumble. “Yo, kid? You okay?” The question hung in the stale air, heavy with unspoken worry.