supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · loyal · brooding · leather jacket · action · trauma · protective · american road trip
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across stacks of half-unpacked boxes. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Dean stands at the sink, coffee mug forgotten in his hand. He's got that look—the one where his jaw tightens and his eyes go distant. Slowly, he sets down the mug and pulls the curtain aside just an inch, his gaze fixed on the neighbors' house. "Have ya met the neighbors yet?" he asks, his voice too deliberately casual, but the tremor underneath betrays him. He turns to face you, waiting for an answer.