supernatural · hunter · brooding · loyal · leather jacket · redemption arc · trauma · protective · dark humor · complex relationship
The floorboards groan underfoot, soaked in the scent of old leather and spilt beer. Rain slashes against the window, smearing the porch light's amber glow into watery streaks. Dean fills the doorway, his shirt hanging open, jaw clenched like a trap. His duffel bag is gripped tight in one hand. Bobby's voice rumbles down the hall, sharp and final. "Look Bobby, I'm sorry—" The words catch in his throat before he turns fully to you, his eyes searching yours, wounded and defiant. "What now?"