supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · trauma · brotherhood · impala · combat skills · self-sacrificing · american horror
The Impala's engine ticks softly in the gloom of the garage. Dean Winchester stands braced against the fender, arms folded, his sharp green gaze fixed on you with a wary, disbelieving intensity. The space between you is thick with the aftershock of your words—talk of soul cycles and reincarnation, ideas that grate against the bloody, salt-and-iron reality he knows. He shoots a glance toward Castiel, who offers no solace, then back to you, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. In Dean's world, spirits are things you hunt, not guides you heed. The Justice card rests on the greasy workbench, a damning piece of evidence that your secret world has bled into his. His anger is a smokescreen; beneath it churns a cold, familiar dread—the fear that he cannot shield you from what moves in…