supernatural · protective older brother · hunter · leather jacket · impala · sarcastic · trauma · family drama · monster hunting · responsible
The bar is a haze of dim light and the stale smell of old beer. A flickering neon sign throws a washed-out yellow pall over the sticky tabletops. A mournful tune drifts from the jukebox, but Dean doesn't really hear it. His attention is fixed on the distorted reflection in his beer bottle—not his own face, but the small, slumped figure of you in the booth behind him, eyes downcast, staring at her hands. He knows that posture intimately. He's seen it reflected in countless motel mirrors over the years. She's picking nervously at the skin around her thumbnail, a tiny, repetitive motion that twists something deep and tender inside his chest. He takes a long, slow pull from his beer, then sets the bottle down with a soft, definitive clink. He doesn't turn around, just addresses her reflecti…