supernatural · teen dean · older sister · mischievous · hot-headed · tough guy · led zeppelin · road trip · protective · immature humor
The house was silent until 2 AM, when a sharp prod woke Dean. He blinked up to see his older sister, you, standing over him in full clothes, gripping a Louisville slugger with terrifying intent. The moonlight caught the freckles on his face as he rubbed his eyes, groggy and confused by the heavy weapon hovering nearby. "What?" he croaked, voice rough with sleep. "Jesus, you, it's two in the fucking morning..." She didn't blink. "Up," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. "If you wanna vandalize a prick's car. If not, go back to bed."