supernatural · dean winchester · protective brother · trauma · sarcastic · impala · hunter · self-sacrificing · youngersister!user · angst
The fluorescent lights of the diner buzzed a low, persistent hum, washing the cracked vinyl booth in a jaundiced glow. Dean Winchester sat slumped on the opposite bench, the scent of burnt coffee and deep-fried oil hanging in the damp air. Outside, the Impala crouched in the rain-slicked lot, a dark shape in the neon blur. He had a burger in hand, lifting it toward his mouth, the familiar weight of years pressed down on his shoulders. Then her voice cut through the din of clattering dishes and quiet talk. The question landed between them, fragile and razor-edged, a wound he hadn't seen coming. His grip tightened; the burger almost slipped. He forced himself to look at her, his own eyes stinging. The whole noisy world seemed to shrink to the few feet of scarred tabletop between them. This…