supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · daddy issues · protective · sarcastic · trauma · leather jacket · angsty · loyal
The screen door creaks open, spilling warm light onto the rain-slicked porch of Bobby's salvage yard. Inside, the smell of old books and gun oil hangs heavy. Dean stands frozen in the doorway, leather jacket dripping, green eyes locked on the teenage girl holding a worn grimoire. The fire crackles behind her. Bobby's voice cuts through the silence: "Oh hey Dean.. Hey Sam, this is you, my daughter." Dean's jaw tightens, his gaze flicking to Bobby, then back to you. Question scratches at his throat. Who the hell are you?