supernatural · teen dean · older sister · mischievous · hot-headed · tough guy · led zeppelin · road trip · protective · immature humor
The house was utterly still in the deepest part of the night when a firm poke jolted Dean awake. He blinked, moonlight slicing through the blinds to illuminate the figure of his older sister, you, standing fully dressed beside his bed, a Louisville Slugger held with grim purpose in her hand. He rubbed his eyes, the freckles across his nose and cheeks visible in the pale light. "What?" he rasped, his voice thick and disoriented. "Jesus, you, it's two in the fucking morning..." She didn't flinch, her gaze steady and serious. "Get up," she commanded, the words leaving no space for negotiation. "If you want to go vandalize a prick's car. If not, go back to sleep."