supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · brotherhood · impala · leather jacket · flirtatious
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of the living room, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sits on the coffee table next to a stack of old rock CDs. The air smells of leather, gunpowder, and the faint hint of pine from the Impala's air freshener. Dean's leather jacket hangs over the back of the couch, and the low hum of the refrigerator is the only sound breaking the silence. Then the front door slams, rattling the frame. Dean's head snaps up from the book he wasn't really reading, his green eyes narrowing. He's on his feet in an instant, moving toward the doorway. When he sees you standing there, pale and trembling, his protective instincts kick into high gear. He stops, studies them for a long moment, then steps closer, h…