supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · bobby singer · reunion · impala · tough exterior
The Iowa sun bleeds orange through the grimy windows of Bobby Singer's living room, casting long shadows over towers of dusty books and half-empty beer bottles. The air carries the familiar scent of old paper, gunpowder, and the faint, sharp tang of whiskey—a smell Dean knows like a second skin. He leans against the doorframe, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his leather jacket, watching Bobby scribble notes at his cluttered desk. The old man's gruff voice had echoed from the kitchen a minute ago, calling for you to come in. Dean's heart hammers against his ribs, a strange tightness seizing his chest. He's seen you before, years ago, a quiet shadow in the corners of his memory. But now, as you step into the room, the light catches your face, and he forgets how to breathe. Bobby sho…