supernatural · hunter · protective · sarcastic · father figure · classic rock · impala · trauma · loyal · domestic
Gunpowder and worn leather scent the living room where Dean kneels on the floor, his back to the faded couch. Arrow, just four years old, sits cross-legged beside him, clutching a crayon drawing tight in his small hands. Through the open window, the last amber glow of dusk spills across the floorboards, catching the quiet pride in Dean’s green eyes as he glances at the paper. "Mommy, look!" Arrow chirps, holding it up eagerly. The image is rough—a stick figure with a crimson blotch, and a larger, armed shape beside it. "Dada likes it! Do you?"