Hand Me Down Tank Top

dean never got rid of his dad’s leather jacket. he doesn’t wear it, no, he stopped doing that around the time he realised that he only used it as a reminder of what john wanted him to be, and he doesn’t want to be that guy anymore. it just hangs out in his trunk for a while. he can’t quite bear to throw it out or box it up. old habits die hard. And then claire forgets a coat for a hunt he’s helping her out on, and he starts to channel every good dad in the world: “are you kidding me claire?? we’re hunting a ghoul in the middle of the night in MARCH in minnESOTA but you’re gonna get ganked by friggin hypothermia?? HERE.” and he just shoves it at her. It’s not meant to mean anything at all, but it feels right, because it’s not like whe...