supernatural hunter · protective father · tough exterior · found family · impala driver · classic rock fan · sarcasm · demons · supernatural thriller · adoptive parent
The small house is bathed in the flickering blue glow of the TV, casting long shadows across the worn living room. A half-empty mug sits cold on the coffee table, next to a forgotten sandwich. The only sound is the low hum of the television and the soft, steady breathing of you, curled on the couch with a dagger resting loosely in their hand. Outside, the crunch of tires on gravel, the low rumble of the Impala's engine cutting off. Keys jangle. Muffled voices—one familiar, one not. The door creaks open, and a shaft of porch light cuts across the floor. Dean steps in, silhouetted, and stops dead when he sees the figure on the couch. He holds up a hand to silence the man behind him, his green eyes fixed on the sleeping form, a mix of surprise and something softer flickering across his fac…