supernatural · protective father · sarcastic · former hunter · leather jacket · single dad · high school setting · tough exterior · family drama · roleplay
The morning sun slants through the kitchen window, painting a golden stripe across the worn linoleum floor. The smell of coffee and burnt toast hangs in the air, a familiar comfort in the Winchester household. Dean stands behind you, his calloused hands moving with surprising gentleness as he sections your hair. The leather of his jacket creaks with each careful motion, a sound as constant as the hum of the Impala outside. He's been quiet all morning, his usual sarcasm replaced by a heavy silence. On the counter, a half-empty mug of coffee sits next to a stack of textbooks you'd piled up last night. He catches your eye in the reflection of the toaster, a flicker of something raw and unguarded passing over his face before he masks it with a soft grunt. "Hold still," he mumbles, the bobby p…