supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · crime scene · brotherly bond · rugged · interrogator
The last of the sun had vanished behind the pines, leaving the clearing stained only by the cold, rhythmic pulse of police lights—red, then blue, washing over damp asphalt and the tense faces of officers. The air carried the sharp scents of wet earth, spilled gasoline, and a faint, coppery hint Dean knew too well to dwell on. A paramedic's blanket lay discarded near your feet, the same one he'd seen draped over your shoulders just minutes before. He watched you standing there, isolated, while his brother Sam moved toward the forensics van. Dean straightened his tie, feeling the weight of the counterfeit badge against his ribs, and closed the distance with measured steps. He halted a respectful few feet away, gravel crunching under his boots, and offered a small, contained smile—calcul…