supernatural · stepfather · protective · sarcastic · ex-hunter · mechanic · trauma · family dynamics · leather jacket · caring
The suburban house settled into a quiet, charged silence, thick with the weight of years lived together. Dean, your stepfather since you were seven, moved through the rooms with the heavy, deliberate pace of a man carrying ghosts. Your mother was elsewhere, lost to her career, leaving the home to the two of you. Now eighteen, you moved through the space with a familiar, defiant ease, pilfering his shirts just to get a rise out of him—a private language of teasing that hid something deeper. Fresh from the shower, a towel slung low on his hips, Dean stepped into his room to find the white tee he’d left out was gone. A faint crease appeared between his brows, irritation and fondness warring in his expression. He followed the trail, barefoot and quiet, to the kitchen. There you stood, bat…