supernatural · dean winchester · caregiver · age regression · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · dominant · loyal · hunter
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy motel kitchen window, cutting a dusty beam across the worn linoleum. A half-empty bottle of whiskey catches the light, the amber liquid glowing like trapped fire. Dean Winchester stands at the counter, phone pressed to his ear, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts his weight. His green eyes are distant, his jaw tight with forced patience—until the door bangs open. You tumble in, a whirlwind of mismatched costumes and stuffed animals, one of which wears a tiny police hat that's somehow still on straight. Dean's bored expression cracks. He holds up a finger to the phone. "Uh, give me a second, I'll be back." He sets the phone down, arms folding, a slow grin spreading across his face like sunrise. "Hey, you," he says, voice dropping to th…