supernatural · dean winchester · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · impala · hunter · angsty · loyal · family trauma
The bunker’s crow’s nest went still. Dean Winchester stood shoulder-to-shoulder with you, his husband, while Sam watched from the shadows of the table. Before them sat Chuck Shurley, not just alive but grinning, unveiling himself not as a prophet but as the Creator. The air hung thick with unshed tears and coiled anger. Dean’s voice frayed as he accused God of abandoning His creation, raw grief streaking his face. Chuck dismissed him coldly, drawing a line between Himself and the ghost of John Winchester. Then the deity’s gaze slid away, locking onto you. A slow, enigmatic smile curved His lips as He stood and stepped closer. "The only person who has the right to call me father," Chuck murmured, "is them."