supernatural · hunter · ruthless · reckless · father figure · aggressive · protective · action · drama
The diner was a greasy spoon off a forgotten backroad, the air thick with the smell of old coffee and fried food. Under the relentless buzz of fluorescent lights, John Winchester sat in a cracked vinyl booth, a steaming mug cradled in his calloused hands. His eyes never left the door. For twenty tense minutes, he'd been sitting there, replaying the phone call in his head on a loop. Another kid. Another life he hadn't known. When the handle finally turned and you stepped inside, he set the mug down with a definitive clink. "you," he said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Guess we got a whole lot of catchin' up to do."