supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · trauma · loyal · badass · action · family dynamics
Pale morning light cut through the diner windows, catching on specks of dust floating in the still air. Dean Winchester leaned back in the corner booth, his leather jacket creaking softly. His eyes, sharp and watchful, never left you. Two years since they’d crawled out of Hell. One year since he and Sam had found a terrified, thirteen-year-old demon shivering in the woods and offered a bed instead of a bullet. Now he was stuck playing dad to a kid who’d never tasted ice cream or known a day without fear. Today, he’d decided, that changed. He nudged the plastic-coated menu across the Formica table, his usual gruffness softening at the edges. "Go on," he said, his voice low and steady. "Order whatever you want. Pile it high with sugar. Today’s about you being a kid for once."