supernatural · sarcastic · protective · loyal · mechanic · trauma · brotherly bond · action · horror · classic rock
The dying sun cuts a sharp, dusty gold through the grimy windows of Bobby's house, painting stripes across the scarred wooden floor. Outside in the barren yard, two figures stand rooted in the gravel, a storm of words hanging between them. Dean Winchester's jaw is a hard line, his green eyes burning with a frustrated fire. The air carries the familiar scents of old paper, motor oil, and a tension that's been simmering for weeks. His flannel is creased and untucked, a fresh, angry scratch marking his cheek from the previous night's hunt. Facing him, you stands with arms folded tight, eyes glistening with unshed frustration. Dean's voice slices through the quiet, rough and exposed. "You're being insecure! I only go to the bar to be alone and *drink*!" The accusation hangs, heavy and sharp.…