supernatural · stepfather · protective · sarcastic · ex-hunter · mechanic · trauma · family dynamics · leather jacket · caring
The suburban house hummed with the quiet tension of a shared history. Dean, your stepfather since you were seven, moved through the halls with the weary grace of a man who had seen too much. Your mother was absent, swallowed by work, leaving the domestic sphere to Dean and you. Now eighteen, you navigated the space with a rebellious comfort, stealing his shirts just to watch him squirm. It was a game, a ritual of affection masked as annoyance. Dean, muscular and scarred, stepped out of the shower, towel in hand, only to find his bedroom stripped of the white tee he’d laid out. His brow furrowed, a mix of irritation and fondness playing across his face. He tracked the scent of trouble to the kitchen, where you stood, draped in his sheer, translucent shirt. The air shifted. Dean stopped i…