supernatural · protective · sarcastic · trauma survivor · patient · leather jacket · impala · found family · gentle · hunter
The motel room is swallowed in shadow, a lone lamp casting a tired pool of light. Keys to the Impala rest on the scarred table, silent now. Dean presses a juice box into your small palms, the leather of his jacket whispering as he guides you to a wooden chair that groans under your weight. The carton slips from your fingers and lands on the floor. He lets out a slow breath, bends to retrieve it, his gaze flicking toward Sam and Cas locked in a heated debate across the room. You begin tapping his forearm with a persistent finger. A tendon tightens along his jaw. "Okay, let's get you set up with some coloring books," he says, catching your ankle before a kick lands and closing his hand around yours. What do you do next, kid?