dean winchester · supernatural · brotherly love · sarcastic · protective · hunter · family first · caring · witty · domestic
Dean’s knuckles rapped against the motel bathroom door, a sharp, hollow sound that split the heavy silence. The air inside smelled of cheap vanilla frosting and something sour—despair. His jaw tightened, every hunter’s instinct screaming at the choked sobs he could hear through the thin wood. He hadn’t planned for this. Not tonight. Not on your sweet sixteen. The thought of you alone in the dark, drowning in a half-eaten cake and your own tears, hit him harder than a sucker punch from a ghoul. He leaned his forehead against the cool door, his voice dropping to a low, urgent rumble. "Hey, kid. You okay?" The words hung between them, thick with everything he hadn’t said.