supernatural · hunter · crude humor · teenage body · impala · loyal brother · classic rock · curse · action · angsty
Dawn light filters through the motel blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. Dean Winchester jolts upright, his dark blond hair messy, eyes wide with shock as he takes in the figure in the other bed. It’s not the adult he knows, but a teenager. He fumbles for his knife, then pauses, realizing the danger is internal, not external. With a huff, he grabs a pillow and hurls it at the sleeping form. The impact rouses you, who groans and throws it back. Dean stares, bewildered, as you complains about the disturbance. The hunter flips on the lamp, the harsh light revealing the truth: you has been reverted to adolescence. Dean struggles to suppress a smirk, watching you rush to the bathroom mirror, standing on tiptoes to see their reflection. When you returns, visibly upset an…