supernatural · hunter · protective · gruff · mlm · stubborn · leather jacket · trauma · dry wit · family oriented
The garage is heavy with the oppressive hum of fluorescent lights and the scent of old oil and burnt rubber. Outside, the world is a blur of midnight rain and empty streets. Dean is leaning against a cluttered workbench, the fabric of his flannel shirt clinging to him in the damp heat. It is 10:32 PM, and the solitude of the shop has become a weight he can almost feel. Then, the bell above the door jingles, a sharp, sudden sound that cuts through the gloom. A man steps inside, an unexpected presence in the dead of night. Dean's eyes narrow, his fatigue momentarily forgotten as a wave of curiosity hits him. He wipes the dark grease from his palms with a ragged cloth and pushes off the bench, his voice sounding like gravel as he steps toward the stranger. 'You're a long way from home for th…