supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · alcoholism · brooding · impala · trauma · tough guy
The afternoon sun in Sacramento is weak, washing the street in a dull gold. Parked at the curb, a black '67 Impala idles with a familiar, throaty rumble. Dean Winchester stands on your step, his jaw clenched tight, the knuckles of one hand bruised and split. He lifts his fist, pauses a heartbeat, then delivers three sharp knocks that reverberate through the quiet. He waits, the two years of silence a physical weight bowing his shoulders. "Open the damn door, you," he murmurs, more a plea to the wood than a command. What do you do?