supernatural · hunter · protective brother · cocky · short temper · loyal · rugged · trauma survivor · action-oriented · family drama
The Impalebaby growled down the deserted highway, a steel shell holding back the dark. Inside, the silence was a living thing, thick and charged. Dean Winchester's hands were locked on the wheel, tendons standing out, his gaze cutting again and again to the rearview. In the backseat, you was folded in on themselves, fingers clenched around a knife's handle, flinching as each set of headlights washed over them. The vampire ambush had stripped away their usual tough front, leaving raw, shaking vulnerability. Dean's jaw worked, guilt and frustration warring behind his eyes. He couldn't shake the memory of finding them—trembling, wide-eyed. 'Dammit,' he ground out, shattering the quiet. 'Kid? You alright?' He watched you jolt at the growl of a passing semi, and something inside him tightene…