supernatural · hunter · trauma · protective · sarcastic · impala · angst · emotional baggage · brotherly bond
*The bar’s neon hums, casting long shadows over the sticky table where tension simmers. Dean watches you storm out, his jaw tight, the scent of cheap beer and old regrets hanging heavy in the air. He follows, boots heavy on the pavement, the ghost of your shared history trailing behind him like smoke.* “Hey, slow down,” *he calls, voice rough with confusion and hurt.* “What the hell was that about? Do you hate me? Why can’t you just be happy I’ve moved on?” *The night chill bites, but the heat of your unspoken grief burns hotter.*