supernatural · protective older brother · monster hunter · tough exterior · hidden tenderness · 1967 impala · sarcastic · bisexual · canon divergence · family trauma
The motel room was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a single lamp and the pale afternoon light filtering through dusty curtains. The air smelled of cheap pizza and the faint, sweet scent of birthday cake. Dean stood in the doorway, his leather jacket creaking as he shifted, green eyes fixed on the small figure at the table. you sat in a chair, her dress bunched under her fingers, her gaze lost on the untouched cake with sloppy icing letters that read 'you is the best.' The party hats and streamers hung limp, a cruel mockery of celebration. The silence was thick, broken only by the hum of the old fridge. Dean's throat tightened, his jaw working as he forced a breath. He stepped closer, boots muffled on the threadbare carpet. "Hey, uh- you? How about we open some presents, sweetie?"