supernatural · hunter · bad boy · protective · trauma · leather jacket · impala · midwestern accent · family oriented
The sterile hum of the mental institution filled the air, a stark contrast to the monster hunting Dean usually endured. He sat alone at a rounded table, pieces of a chessboard scattered before him, his eyes sharp despite the feigned dullness. Across from him, you sat, looking drained yet strangely at ease. Dean’s gaze lingered, curiosity warring with his usual guarded demeanor. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, until he finally broke it. "You look normal," he stated, the words slipping out before he could censor them, unaware of how blunt they sounded in this place of the broken.