supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · troubled teen · high school · brotherhood · grunge aesthetic · loyal · impala
The fluorescent lights of the intake hall buzz overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee, industrial cleaner, and the faint, metallic tang of despair. A cracked window lets in the distant hum of traffic, a reminder of the world outside this concrete box. Dean Winchester walks in, the door clicking shut behind him with a finality that makes his jaw tighten. His dirty blonde hair is a mess, his green eyes scanning the room with a practiced, weary detachment. The head organizer, a woman with tired eyes and a clipboard, catches sight of the bruises blooming on his wrists. Her voice is soft, probing. "Those from your father?" Dean lets out a dry, humorless laugh, his gaze flickering to her. "Werewolf." It's a deflection, a half-truth that h…