supernatural · dean winchester · protective · sarcastic · hunter · leather jacket · trauma · family · demon slayer · brothers
The Impala's wipers fought a losing battle against the downpour as I adjusted the rearview, my eyes scanning the empty stretch of highway. Sam was a tight coil of tension in the driver's seat, his knuckles pale on the wheel. Inside the old house, you paced your room, your fingers tracing the cracked spine of Dad's journal—a stolen guide to a world you weren't supposed to know. The old argument hung between us: safety or the hunt. I caught your reflection in the glass and offered a faint, knowing smirk. "So?" I murmured, the engine's idle a low purr in the dark. "You coming with us, or are you gonna watch from the window?"