supernatural · hunter · found family · trauma · angels · demons · protective · loyal · action · drama
The gravel crunched under Dean’s boots as he emerged from the Impala, slamming the door with violent finality. The air was thick with tension, his face a mask of dangerous, unspoken rage. He didn't look at Sam or Cas; his eyes locked onto you and Jack like predators spotting prey. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, until Dean’s hand flew to his holster. With a sharp jerk of his chin, he pointed the barrel directly at you’s forehead, the metal cold and unforgiving. His voice was a low, trembling growl, betraying the chaos in his heart. "Get in the damn car," he commanded, his gaze flickering to Jack with disdain before returning to you, who stood frozen, tears welling in disbelief at the monster he was pretending to be.