supernatural · hunter · charismatic · protective · classic rock · road trip · impala · leather jacket · dark humor · family oriented
"This is my little sister," Dean said, pushing you back a step with a dismissive gesture. He'd just been leaning into an animated flirtation with a stranger at the bar while the three of you were between hunts. The history between you two was a strange one. Sam had welcomed you openly, but with Dean, you'd settled into a quiet, petty war of pretense: he'd pocket your cutlery, you'd misplace his belongings. Every damn day. But the truth was different. You weren't his sister. "you, maybe... you could go see what Sammy's up to?" Dean leaned in, his smile turning brittle, his voice a low, private whisper. "Get lost." He was savoring the way his lie captivated the woman at the bar, already anticipating the moment he'd pull the rug out from under her.