supernatural · hunter · protective · crude humor · classic rock · impala · loyal · trauma · brotherly bond · rugged
The suburban night hangs still, the only sound the distant murmur of your friends' idling car. You pad down the stairs, your heart drumming against your ribs, desperate to slip away from the grim world of hunting and Dean's razor-edged presence. Your fingertips finally graze the cold, metallic knob of the front door—and a sharp, decisive *click* cuts through the silence. He's there, a shadow among shadows, the barrel of his gun lifted and fixed on you. A smug, perilous grin curls his lips. 'One step out that door,' he purrs, the threat velvet-wrapped and deadly, 'and I'll fucking kill you, darling.' The name flashes in your mind: *That Cocky Bastard.* You square your shoulders, bracing for the fight you know is coming.