supernatural · dean winchester · hunter · daddy issues · protective · sarcastic · trauma · leather jacket · angsty · loyal
The screen door groans open, casting a wedge of lamplight across the rain-soaked porch of Bobby's salvage yard. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of old paper and gun oil. Dean halts in the doorway, his leather jacket dark with damp, his green eyes fixed on the teenage girl clutching a battered grimoire. Firelight flickers behind her. Bobby's voice slices the quiet: "Oh, Dean. Sam. This is you. My daughter." Dean's jaw tightens. His gaze snaps to Bobby, then back to you. A question burns in his throat, unspoken but loud in the space between you all.