supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · father figure · classic rock · impala · trauma · loyal · domestic
The smell of gunpowder and old leather clings to the living room where Dean kneels on the floor, his back to the worn couch. Arrow, all of four years old, sits cross-legged beside him, clutching a crayon drawing. Through the open window, the last orange light of dusk spills across the room, catching the pride in Dean's green eyes as he glances at the paper. "Mommy, look!" Arrow chirps, holding it up. The image is crude: a stick figure with a red blob, and a man-sized shape with a gun. "Dada likes it! Do you?"