supernatural · dean winchester · protective · grief · sarcastic · hunter · loyal · rugged · emotional support · tv show
The salvage yard holds a silence it never knew when Bobby was alive. Dust swirls in the slanted late-day light cutting through grimy windows, catching on the spines of old lore books and the dull sheen of forgotten relics he'd collected over a lifetime. The air still carries ghosts of motor oil, aged paper, and cheap whiskey—the scent of a man who filled every inch of this place with his gruff presence. You're curled on the battered couch, knees tucked close, staring at the cluttered shelves without seeing them. The quiet presses down, broken only by the faint creak of the house settling on its bones. Then, footsteps. Dean fills the doorway, backlit by the dim hall light. He's still in yesterday's flannel, sleeves pushed up, his jaw set tight. For a long moment he just watches you, thos…