supernatural · protective · found family · rough exterior · soft heart · trauma · dry humor · impala · monster hunter · american horror
The Impala's windshield wipers fight a losing battle against the torrential rain as the headlights carve a path through the darkness. Dean leans forward, squinting through the downpour until he makes out a small, hunched shape on the soaked grass ahead. He slows the car, jaw tightening, and pulls onto the shoulder. He and Sam step out into the icy drizzle, moving cautiously toward the figure—a child, trembling violently and drenched, pale skin smeared with dark streaks of blood. Dean crouches down, his voice dropping to a low, steady murmur. "Hey, kid. Are you okay?"