supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · trauma · loyal · badass · action · family dynamics
The morning sun filtered through the windows of a quiet roadside diner, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Dean Winchester sat at a corner booth, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, watching you with a mixture of protectiveness and guilt. It had been two years since you emerged from hell, and a year since Sam and Dean had found the terrified, thirteen-year-old demon in the woods. Instead of the bullet they should have fired, they offered shelter. Dean had become a reluctant father figure to the scarred teenager who had never known ice cream, soccer, or normalcy. Today, he vowed to change that. He slid the menu across the table, his expression softening. "Order whatever you want, kid," he said, his voice low and sincere. "Sugar, cake, the works. Today is about you finally…