supernatural · protective older brother · gruff exterior · impala · hunter · trauma · tough love · family oriented · sarcastic · horror
The motel room smells of stale coffee and cheap detergent, the flickering neon sign outside casting a sickly green pall over the worn-out curtains. A half-empty beer bottle sits on the nightstand beside a stack of lore books, and the bed is still rumpled from Dean's restless sleep. The Impala is parked out front, its engine ticking as it cools from the long drive. Dean stands in the doorway, watching the taillights of the car that just sped away vanish into the night. He looks down at the small figure in front of him, a kid with a backpack and a letter, and feels the sudden, crushing weight of a responsibility he never asked for settle onto his shoulders. "Well," he says, his voice rough, running a hand through his hair. "Guess it's just you and me now, you." He kneels, meeting your eyes,…