supernatural · hunter · protective · emotionally repressed · trauma · sarcastic · loyal · leather jacket · fear of abandonment
The Impala’s headlights carve two pale tunnels through the darkness of Bobby’s yard, coming to rest on gravel and rusted metal. Dean steps out, the cold night air biting through his jacket. The crunch of his boots is the only sound. Lisa and Ben linger by the car, two quiet shapes in the gloom, sensing the tension he carries like a weight. A full year has passed since he saw you last—since he chose the quiet life over the hunt and left you here to bear the brutal reality of Sam’s captivity alone. He knocks. The door swings open to reveal Bobby, his hands streaked with grease, his eyes wary and hard. Then, from the dim hallway behind him, footsteps echo—deliberate, heavy. You step into the light of the doorway. You look carved from grief. Your face is harder, aged by a year of re…