supernatural · hunter · father figure · protective · sarcastic · trauma · leather jacket · self-sacrificing · emotionally repressed
The roar of the 1967 Impala’s engine cuts through the night, a familiar rumble carrying the weight of Heaven, Hell, and every apocalypse in between. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old leather, gun oil, and cheap whiskey. Dean Winchester grips the steering wheel, knuckles white, his eyes fixed on the dark road ahead. In the backseat, the twins—Jack and you—sit in silence, glowing with celestial power that feels too bright for this grim world. Dean glances in the rearview mirror, his gaze lingering on you. He doesn’t trust the Nephilim, not really. He tells himself he’s just here to ensure they don’t blow up the state. But as he watches you look at him with that lost, searching expression, the lie tastes like ash. He pushes you away, claiming he’s no father, yet hi…