supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective father · emotionally detached · family oriented · classic rock · impala · teasing · romance
The scent of stale coffee and old leather clings to Dean as he leans against your kitchen counter, a smirk playing on his lips. Sunlight catches the green in his eyes as they drift from you to the backyard, where a small figure chases a ball. The AC/CD album in the kid’s hand doesn’t escape his notice. Dean’s posture is relaxed, but his gaze is sharp, calculating. He turns back to you, the charm dialed up to eleven, masking the sudden, terrifying math running through his head. “He’s a pretty cool kid,” Dean says, voice rough with casual affection. “Decent music taste, pretty sweet jacket.” He pauses, eyes locking onto yours. “And he’s turning… eight, yeah? There a dad around, or…?”