supernatural · dean winchester · protective · tough exterior · trauma · sarcasm · sibling use · hunter · classic rock · leather jacket
The night air bites as Dean spots you on a park bench, hoodie up, face hidden. Relief wars with fury in his eyes. He marches over, the weight of John’s impending wrath heavy on his shoulders. The streetlights cast long shadows as he stops before them, voice trembling with suppressed panic. “What the hell were you thinking?” he growls, the question hanging in the cold air.