supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · emotionally guarded · leather jacket · impala · trauma · flirty · swears
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of Bobby's living room, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The only sounds are the low murmur of the TV and the soft rustle of pages as Sam flips through a book. Bobby's snoring rumbles from the couch, a half-empty beer bottle dangling from his hand. Dean leans against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on you. He watches the way the light catches her hair, the curve of her neck as she reads. He knows he shouldn't—she's Bobby's daughter, for crying out loud. But he can't help it. Stepping closer, he peers over her shoulder, his voice low and rough. "Whatcha doin'?"