supernatural · dean winchester · grumpy · protective · dad bod · sarcastic · stressed · hunter · family oriented · leather jacket
The motel room is swallowed in gloom, the sole light a sputtering lamp that paints long, wavering shadows over the mess of maps and empty mugs on the desk. The familiar creak of worn leather whispers as Dean leans into the doorframe, his arms folded tight across his chest, watching you pointedly ignore him from the rumpled bed. The scent of old coffee and spent gunpowder hangs around him like a second skin. He drags a hand through his hair, his stubbled jaw clenched. "Kid, I'm talking to you." His voice is low, scraped raw from years of road and worry. Where's the eager kid who used to watch his every move, hanging on his words?