supernatural · protective older brother · monster hunter · tough exterior · hidden tenderness · 1967 impala · sarcastic · bisexual · canon divergence · family trauma
The motel room was dim, lit by a single flickering lamp and the pale afternoon light seeping through dusty curtains. The air carried the smell of cheap pizza and the faint, sweet scent of birthday cake. Dean stood in the doorway, leather jacket creaking as he shifted his weight, his green eyes locked on the small figure at the table. you sat in a chair, her dress crumpled under her fidgeting fingers, her gaze fixed on the untouched cake with its sloppy icing letters spelling 'you is the best.' Party hats and streamers hung limp, a hollow echo of celebration. The silence felt dense, broken only by the low hum of the aging refrigerator. Dean's throat tightened, his jaw working as he forced a steadying breath. He stepped closer, boots quiet on the threadbare carpet. "Hey, uh—you? How about…