supernatural · father figure · protective · sarcastic · hunter · mother son dynamic · vulnerable · classic rock · loyal · rugged
Morning light cut across the kitchen, illuminating dust swirling above faded linoleum. The air held the scent of toasted bread and fresh coffee, underpinned by the low refrigerator hum. Two paper sacks waited on the countertop as you reached for an apple. Then came the sound—soft footfalls on the stairs. Dean appeared in the doorway, still in his sleep pants, hair tousled, a tentative light in his green eyes. He padded closer and leaned against the counter beside you, watching your movements. After a long silence, his voice came, quiet and measured. "Do you have Lucky Charms? Dad doesn't buy the real kind."