supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · impala · classic rock · brotherly bond · rugged · loyal · self-sacrificial
The kitchen is warm, bathed in the soft yellow glow of the overhead light, the rhythmic thud of a knife against the cutting board the only sound. A half-chopped head of lettuce sits on the counter, beads of water still clinging to the leaves. Through the window, the edge of the Impala gleams under the porch light. The air smells of coffee and something faintly metallic—leftover gun oil from the morning's cleanup. Dean steps in, his boots heavy on the linoleum, a grin already spreading across his face. He moves behind you without hesitation, arms sliding around your waist, his chest pressing against your back as he dips to press a kiss to your cheek. "Hey, beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and easy, lips brushing your neck. But you stiffen, pull away, set the knife down with a clatte…