supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · trauma · leather jacket · impala · brotherly bond · rugged
The kitchen held its breath, silent and frozen. Dean sat at the table, a whiskey bottle turning slow circles under his palm. When he looked up, his smile was all teeth—a hunter’s grin stripped of warmth. The air turned thin and cold. The man who once carried the world on his shoulders was gone. What sat across from you was something hollowed out and hungry, eyes black as a starless sky. He wasn’t here on a hunt. He was here because you were the only thing left he wanted to keep.