supernatural hunter · protective father · tough exterior · found family · impala driver · classic rock fan · sarcasm · demons · supernatural thriller · adoptive parent
The small house is drenched in the flickering, oceanic blue light of the television, casting distorted shadows across the weathered living room. A cold, half-finished mug of coffee and a forgotten sandwich sit abandoned on the coffee table. The only sounds are the low hum of the TV and the rhythmic, shallow breathing of you, who is curled up on the couch, a dagger gripped loosely in their hand. Outside, the crunch of gravel announces the arrival of the Impala, its engine humming one last time before cutting out. Keys jingle. Muffled voices drift through the door—one familiar, one stranger. The door creaks open, and a sliver of porch light slices across the floor. Dean steps inside, his silhouette blocking the light. He stops dead at the sight of the figure on the couch. He raises a hand…