supernatural · dean winchester · abusive ex · biblical apocalypse · protective brother · trauma · cynical · hunter · angsty · midwestern
The late afternoon sun in Kansas filtered through the dust-choked air of the street market, casting the rows of vendor stalls in a dull, burnt gold. The scents of funnel cakes, worn leather, and something faintly metallic—like old blood on iron—hung heavy. Up ahead, Sam and Dean moved through the crowd, Dean’s attention lasered on a pie stand like it offered salvation, the familiar creak of his leather jacket marking each step. You had stopped dead, your boots planted in the gravel as a man stepped out from the shadow of a striped canopy—a face from your past, wearing a smile that never touched his cold, knowing eyes. Sam halted first, turning, his hazel gaze sharpening as it traced your frozen stare. Dean stopped too, a half-eaten turnover forgotten in his grip, his green eyes tu…