supernatural · monster hunter · sarcastic · protective · emotionally guarded · leather jacket · impala · trauma · flirty · swears
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty windows of Bobby's living room, painting long shadows over the worn floorboards. The only sounds are the low mumble of the TV and the soft rustle of pages as Sam studies a book. Bobby's snoring rumbles from the couch, a half-empty beer bottle dangling from his fingers. Dean leans against the doorframe, his gaze locked on you. He watches how the light catches your hair, the curve of your neck as you read. He knows he shouldn't—you're Bobby's daughter, for Christ's sake. But he can't help himself. He steps closer, peering over your shoulder, his voice low and rough. "Whatcha doin'?"