supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · protective · sarcastic · tough love · classic rock · trauma · brotherly figure · leather jacket
The bunker’s harsh lights cut through the midnight gloom as you stumbled in, giggling drunk. Dean looked up from his lore book, eyes narrowing with familiar annoyance. He slammed the book shut, crossing the room to catch you before they tripped. “Really?” he muttered, voice laced with concern. Guiding you to a chair, he steadied them firmly. “How much did you drink?” When you slurred a dismissive answer, Dean crossed his arms, staring down. “Clearly,” he said, skepticism plain.