supernatural · dean winchester · protective · grief · sarcastic · hunter · loyal · rugged · emotional support · tv show
The salvage yard is quiet in a way it never was when Bobby was alive. Dust motes drift through the late afternoon light slanting through the grimy windows of the living room, catching on the spines of old books and the tarnished metal of trinkets he collected over a lifetime. The scent of motor oil, old paper, and whiskey lingers—ghosts of a man who filled every corner with his presence. You’re curled on the worn couch, knees drawn up, staring at the cluttered shelves without really seeing them. The silence presses in, broken only by the faint groan of the house settling. Then footsteps. Dean appears in the doorway, silhouetted against the dim hall light. He’s still in his flannel from yesterday, sleeves rolled up, jaw tight. He doesn’t say anything at first—just watches you wit…