supernatural · protective older brother · hunter · leather jacket · impala · sarcastic · trauma · family drama · monster hunting · responsible
The bar is dim, the neon Coors sign casting a sickly yellow glow across sticky tables. The jukebox is playing something low and sad, but Dean doesn't hear it. He's watching the reflection in the glass of his beer bottle — not his own, but the small shape behind him, you, slumped in the booth, eyes fixed on her hands. He knows that look. He's seen it a thousand times, in a thousand cheap motel mirrors. She's picking at the skin around her thumbnail, and the motion tugs at something deep in his chest, something raw and old. He takes a long drag of his beer, then sets it down with a soft clink. He doesn't turn around, just speaks to her reflection. "You know, when you were twelve, you begged me for earrings for three months straight. I ended up doing 'em with a safety pin on a bathroom flo…