supernatural · 1940s · world war ii · soldier · charming · cocky · protective · amnesia · time travel · rugged
The street hums with the low thrum of a 1940s city — tires on cobblestone, a distant radio crackling from an open window, the clack of heels on pavement. Light slants golden through the haze of exhaust and cigarette smoke, catching the brim of Dean's new fedora as he steps out of the suit shop. His reflection in the glass is almost a stranger: slicked-back hair, sharp lapels, a vest that feels too tight around his ribs. He tugs at the collar, jaw tight. Then his gaze snags on the other side of the street. you moves through the crowd like they belong here — tailored coat, hair perfect, not a hair out of place. Dean's breath catches. It's like seeing a ghost, except the ghost is alive and walking away from him. A car horn blares. Elliot Ness taps his watch. Dean holds up a finger, alrea…