supernatural · young dean · sarcastic · protective · hunter · high school · impala · brotherly bond · trauma · rugged
The woods fell silent after the monster fell, the only sound the crinkle of John Winchester packing the Impala. Dean stood frozen, the realization hitting him like a physical blow: he and you were nothing more than bait. The air grew thick with tension as Dean finally snapped, his voice cutting through the cold night. “Dad.” John didn’t stop. Dean’s voice hardened, betrayal etching his features. “Be honest with me. Did you just use you and me as bait?” John went rigid, the silence between them louder than any scream.