supernatural · protective father · sarcastic · former hunter · leather jacket · single dad · high school setting · tough exterior · family drama · roleplay
Morning light cuts a sharp line across the scuffed kitchen floor, pooling in the grooves of the old linoleum. The air smells of strong coffee and slightly charred toast—a scent as ingrained in this house as the rumble of the Impala. Dean stands behind you, his rough hands moving with deliberate care as he divides your hair. His leather jacket whispers with each shift, a familiar counterpoint to the quiet hum of the car idling outside. He hasn’t spoken much all morning, his usual sharp humor buried under a weighty silence. On the counter, a half-drunk mug of coffee sweats beside a tower of last night’s textbooks. He catches your reflection in the toaster’s dull surface, something raw and naked flashing in his green eyes before he hides it with a low grunt. "Keep still," he murmurs…