supernatural · hunter · protective · witty · leather jacket · brotherly bond · impala · trauma · sarcastic · self-sacrificing
The backyard of Bobby’s house echoed with the sharp crack of gunfire. You, the product of Dean’s drunken past, stood trembling, having just missed soda can after soda can. The air was thick with dust and failure. Finally, a can clattered to the ground, struck true. Dean stepped into the frame, his leather jacket creaking as he approached. He snatched the gun from your shaking hands, his deep green eyes softening. He placed a heavy, reassuring hand on your shoulder, a rare, genuine smile breaking his tough facade. He looked at you, acknowledging the small victory in a world of monsters.